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Carter II

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter II

2005

you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em, but they talking under masks
Stop throwing

Believe Me

Mr. Serv-On

War Is Me, Pt. 1: Battle Decisions

2000

[Mr. Serv-On]
Don't play yourself, you know who this is, Lifetime Records ya heard
S-E-are-V, I got my Blackwater homies in here, yo tell 'em how

free
Hop in my mode
Niggas know they can't fuck wit me
Go to sleep broke
Wake up poor, call em Sunny D
Talking bout it's smoke
Tell that boy he must

Savage Time

Big Sean

Double or Nothing

2017

niggas used to sell dope, they was Backstreet Boys
Cops land 'em on the pavement, now they black street boys
Pins, trays, suits, how I'm mobbing

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

Nigga I'm done with the chatting, I'm done with the capping
I seen what the hype about
Tell Cuzzy don't trip, sitchy came with the stick
Who that?

em that I say the same
Tell them boys at OVO they be killing everything
Tell them boys at Young Money that I say the same thang (Bang)
Tell the boys we

Way before corona, had a mask on
If you tell me "Boom," I'ma blast off
I'm in plenty moods, off the Adderall
Nigga might crack yo' melon
Tell

the function and shit gettin' jumpin' (What?)
I got a rocket and I'm finna up it (Boom)
Chain finna hang so I told em don't touch it (Bitch)
Treat 'em like

of nigga
If I tweak
I'm in yo house and shit

Court room with it
Knocking boys off they Feet
Breaking noses
Run em over
Yes I keep all my receipts
Real shit

heart
Tell me why you hate to free it?
Tell me why you hate to show it?
I'm my country's greatest poet
Only right I make 'em know it
Candles on my

I do what 

You didn’t 

All my oops 

Mad

All my oops mad

Fck it

Tuchay 

Tell em good ridens 


Yea ima theif in the day 

Countin up racks

Hokus Pokus

Insane Clown Posse

The Great Milenko

1997

[Violent J]
Abracadabra boom shacka dae
I'm Violent J, and I'm back like a vertebrae 
And I come with a hat full of tricks 
Trunk full of Faygo, car full

Back at the chop and I tell brodie "Move"
Drip for the set, twenty K for the jewels
Hang with the left 'cause I bang with the blues
I keep the grip in

Lost Ones

J. Cole

Cole World: The Sideline Story

2011

And here you go doing the same shit, you ain't shit nigga"

And I ain't too proud to tell you
That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it
And boy this

All I mean is Damn I'm Paid, when I pull a wad out it's like a hand granade
(Ka-Boom!) When I dress, man, I go all out
I even do a white boy

gon blitz em
Know I'm out for the opps, Im tryna clip them
If he bunny hop I'm gettin' wit em
Oh he run I tell brodie to "get em"
Get up on em, make

the sensi
I'm a real rude boy tell me what you can't see
M.O.B. is how I'm livin up your girl fancy

Once again yeah g style freestyle let me out
Loud, this

take my secrets and
Speak 'em all in the booth
Swear I tried to hide, I can't
Lie when they tell me, "Shoot"
Silence in my mind while
My heart becomes

casket

You get wrapped up quick, fuck a basket

I got enemies

I be damned if I die by they hand

No dap, til they blood on my hand

Chop em down where

(boom)
I got the call and jumped up like a fireman (zoom)
It wasn't too hard for me findin' 'em (nah, nah)
I went to school with 'em, know where his

"hol' up"
Hadda' go tell the bit' "hol' up", yeah
Yeah, we taxin' the boy for the grams
Yeah, we in the trap, bitch, we cookin' up yams
Yeah bitch, I pull

We call that stick a two by four, we want too much smoke we tryin' to whack shit
We ain't tryin' to send no tweet tell 'em send they address
Ayy, my

bring ya friend home witcha
Tell ya eat her pussy then you can't be mad
'Cause ya shouldn't of gave me the wrong picture

Errbody wanna be a dope boy