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in the air
High as a kite
I don't care
Jiggle all around
Let 'em look and stare
Now wiggle all around
Til they pull out their hair
Tell 'em this our

Guaranteed

Dilated Peoples

The Platform

2000

mix-ture
Some try to do the same but they style ain't pure
(A carbon copy) That's right Rak it comes out so sloppy
Plus far from crisp (Babs leave em wit

I need multiple streams of income it's like I need a money machine
No matter how long or how hard it may seem
Cause I'm going all out there ain't no

Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact 'cause

deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like

Body & Blood

clipping

CLPPNG

2014

Cleavers up, bring 'em here
Femurs all swing on the ceiling like a chandelier
She sittin' there in a white dress, looking like she should get it

neck
I got 15 bows 
& imma get em gone by sunset
I got drums bro got sticks
We den made a drumset
Stopped to get ice cubes for my lean
She asking are we

on
And still I kill at will until
The body count pile up
And fuck the industry until they
Bring 7 Mile up

Pile up the suckers I kill
After I'm drillin 'em
My

(To the realest in my heart, yeah I know I got ya)
Ya ya, Uhh
I've been by myself since a fetus
Now paparazzi is taking pictures
Fake niggas hate me

bring light to a world that is toxic
I came here to tell em' about it
I came here to tell em' about it

Repentance is necessary
Your life ain't gone stop

exit stage
Let that youngin' out
Gon' and let that youngin' out
Kingdom kids
Time to show em what we all about
With them lights in these streets
On your

bring all that behavior to the back yea
I need you bad yea
Pop out to the scene me and Fabe on the watch like where you at
We can do it any way just gotta

high
The windows tinted they can't see me when I ride
Stars in the roof we bring the martians out at night
Ain't no quitting gotta make sure all my

on a couple things
Got me little Change now
What do all this money bring?
Nothing but these fans now
Smoking on good weed
Out the Jungle
With my mans while
He

bring the mic youll break em out
Sumn like a hitman wit dese hoes how i take em out
Yea im Obama you trump yo idol cant amount
Even if we share the same

in Texas
Checkin 'em off of my checklist
They is my breakfast now bring me the cheque bitch
I had to teach 'em a lesson
I whip out the weapon, you end

5000 Ones

Diddy

Gangsta Grillz: The Album

2007

bout it mayne 
We way over here 
Up out your range 
Don't try to be G 
That's not your thang 
You try me G 
That glock gon' bang 
K-I-N-G that's

to count me out when I was down & out
Imma show 'em what I'm bout, Imma make it out
Gotta get it regardless, that's without a doubt
If it ain't beneficial

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
They say real shooters shoot so I'm go'n shoot my shot
Bring'r to the crib I treat'r like a Thot
All my cars robotic man

Sip, sippin' on Patron, now we, now we gone
(Gone)
Right back (Ay), bring it right back (Ay)
Ain't no other woman that could do it like that
(Like that)

a juul
Out smoke the ville
In street
Fuck it up (Ouh)
Two beats
Fuck em up
Phoenix get high to the sun
You be scary why you run
Rum spillin
Cone buildin

that we bring the fuego
Runnin' game, holdin' down blocks like Legos
Out for the pesos, chicas ricas greet you with besos
Two on the cheek and one right

I bring out all the oohs and the ahhs when I get up on here (Un-uh)
Now everybody saying how this might be my year (Un-uh)
I reign forever take

to worry about
Why you think she in a rush when she leavin' the house?
I'ma sit by my clip, I'ma dip, then I'm out

Ayy Macarena, Macarena, Macarena