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(Al Geno on the track)
(What's happening, Chi Chi?)

Ayy, guns with the drums
Ain't gotta drop a band on 'em (Drop a band)
Yeah, I'ma get 'em touched

(Yep)
I'm ahead by far
You're gonna need a headstart

I step in the booth with
Class, I'm a maestro, flow too nice though
When I breeze past with a bitch

should mess with
Got it in my pocket if you don't know
And now we on a rocket to the ozone
And how you gone profit when you don't own it
Man I'm locked in

sky high
Bad on the mic, but really I'm a nice guy
iPod on track 5, listen to R-Type
Likely to turn heads every time I pass by
If you hate, you're

pack
Scam trap ima get that shit back
Running ng your mouth ima aim for ya head
Talk all that hot shit you better not lack
AK 47 sit by my lap
I'm in

he fuckin' died
Nor was it the criminals who shot by
It's the fans who were playin' with his life
See we all knew that he never should've been in hip

I'm reaching for dreams
It's the goal in my head that i'm tryna perceive
With every word that i say in my monologue
I'm speakin' alone - on how i "lost

Get Loose

Nelly

Urban Legend [Clean]

2004

right in the middle of them wet
Her girlfriends with her and all of them next
I passed them a bottle, gave all of them X
Head Pussy Popper, so all them

God is by my side
sit down this is our time
I’m so vicious
chasing riches with these dope ryhmes
Analytics move like a rocket that’s a straight line
Did

Surf Swag

Lil Wayne

No Ceilings

2010

to land it in my backyard
Quarterback shotgun, you don't get any sack yards
Bitch, I ball hard, breakin' all the backboards
Pretty Boy Floyd, step up, I

the fees when you're manifesting dreams
I ain't all about the green til it's breezy
Spent so long trying to get all my thoughts out in this song
Guess I'd

I really don't even know where to begin
I got all these feelings and thoughts in my head, well now I still got em but sometimes they're gone..

a party going on in my head
While I think about the blood that we shed
Them party, oh get up playa play
There's a party going on up in here

Back in

release my urge!
With these images in my head will stop at nothing till you're finally gone
So I'ma do you a favor and have your family dead by fucking

In my zone cruisin' late at night
Bumpin' all my songs with the homies right
All I see is God ain't no headlights
Windows down cruisin' day and night

bring my gumption
I'm on the rise like I'm hot up in the oven
Either way, I'm getting bread by the dozen
Niggas all up in they cars just
Bumpin

she got some potential
Blow me like swishers and pistols
My trap it be coming with issues
Gotta keep swishers and pistols

All facts when I rap

Been too long since we rapped a verse
On the same track, yeah we came back
To put your favorite rappers in the dirt
Weeds in my grass, I rip them up

Joyful, joyful we all adore you
Yeah Come on, come on
Look
My head’s in the clouds, I’m speaking out loud
Passion over paper, motivation is

(No matter how hard I try, look to the sky, and I ask God why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my

respect my peace, collect my keys
Cos I'm incomplete so I just gotta

Work with the rock, not with the hand
All that I do, I do for the lamb
Burning bush,

Step, back, I’m back
Back into my track, I’m back just on time
Can’t get that goal off my mind that
White shirt pricks, all deserve to die
So fuck,

the Cross with ya (I'll Bear the Cross with ya)
Lord cleanse me of all my sin

This is all fact ain't nothing to be debated
Christ was crucified by the same

But I'm stuck in my head and my soul got possessed by this lead i'm rapping on
My tippy Toe like imma belly dancer slicing your eyes off like imma peaky