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Make Way

Fat Joe

5 * Stunna

2007

never ever ask to become solo
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold (yup Put it in the air nigga)
Me so poor (light your lighters in the air)

This

understand
In the streets, selling food
Run the feds, with the mandem
Lead a drive by to your cry die
Tell your mama don't cry at the sametime take her life

payment real authentic hardcore condo on the fifth floor
You'll get mauled like a boar better get yours I did better than before
They didn't let me in so I

hustlers


You in your Bag go get it
Shawty.. go head go get shawty
You in your Bag go get shawty  
Go ahead get it don't ask just get it

of righteousness and He's by my side
Told me I should never hide, patient and His love is kind
Chastened and He humbled me was living life full of pride
Redirected

stay down? No i was way down no
Now I'm up like coke heads at sunrise

So you've been a sketchball?
(sketchball) A douche bag? (douche bag)
It's never

Reinventing the Wheel

Typical Cats

Typical Cats

Throw hissy fits on stage on call that weak shit battling
I can't ignore hardcore, cold stares and shudders
If these head cases are hard rocks I'm a be

hoping you'd reach in your bag .
I got my feet in the game iam neck deep in this beat I lost some bags on the way
Tired of running the streets no rapper

sticks like it's a strike 'round your way
Uh, you can only judge me by who you see me with
I turned a deuce to a six, did Houdini tricks
Tell these

tryna get by 
Yeah my wings spread but I ain't worried about being fly
So now I just glide and let God be my guide
Wit' my head to the sky
Ima enjoy

Sex Is Personal

The Faint

Blank-Wave Arcade

1999

Tales of the tour and a hardcore life
Were matched by the popstar call to remind 
That we talk a lot, and soon it will come into focus
 
There's no

can do it so right
You could feel real good, lay your head back
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I

Bust a Nut

Luke

Uncle Luke

1996

licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring your ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch getting head

Keep Pushin'

Sheek Louch

Silverback Gorilla

2008

gotta keep pushin'
Gotta keep pushin', gotta keep pushin'
Gotta keep pushin' you gotta keep pushin'
And at any given moment
You can end up with your

been needin' some peace
Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by

Promise these niggas is never forgetting me
I'm sniping the head of my enemies, stop on your neck with more legs than a centipede
I promise this rap shit is

a nigga like me see it and then it off with his head
I'm bout to get in my bag now
Bet he throw in the towel now
Iron on me try to stand up it sit your ass

off Tawna and Coco
Or this Bandicoot's goin' hardcore loco

You're certainly the furriest type of twister
But what would you ever
Do without your

Living on the edge of your head to get canceled
Scraping by through a rhyme like a vandal
The body dismantled, lose my soul and my sandals
Barefoot on your

The streets is like a magnet
Killing brain cells
The flow that paralized the stadium
Cause when you come out
You hypnotized by the radiance
Lyrically fresh

Me and my boyfriend, we get drunk, we get high
In my off-white, down the freeway, off the 405
We're going to drive-in, drive by
We get drunk, we get

people show dat dem fake
Dem gwaan talk get di bag anyway
Dem a gwaan speak like your enemy
Pussyclaat a steady hate but dem never
Speak
All di while tink

name and then make amends when it break and Bends
All of the demons inside my head, it's got my demeanor a lil dead
Gimme the bag I'ma run it up, best

aye)
I swear this steppin' life is such a vibe
Selling them bags and offering bribes (yeah, ha)
Got a new glock and its by Smith and Wesson
Don't fuck