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boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)

Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm

More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric 
That month I made an album and no one

Death Before Dishonesty

Bootleg

Louder Than Ever, Vol. 1

2000

Sometimes I feel like I've been infiltrated
Mama told me I'm too related
By niggas I'm often hated
The reefer keeps me sedated

I've waded through

Your life has changed by the way that I walk,
Crucify me cause of the way that I talk.
Y’all hate when I say that I’m repping New York,
I’ve Been

60 Seconds

Quinn XCII

The Story of Us

2017

Blocked in my driveway by two cars (two cars)
Uber's running hella late, that's two stars (two stars)
Got a session in North Hollywood, that's too

the bass hit when it strikes the ground
Everybody around will now hear the sound
I'm 'bout'a give y'all something they can talk about
Got my Air Max 90's,

the same, whoo, yeah, nothing new
I ain’t ordinary, boy…
The devil is destroyed
My job: to make him feel annoyed
Fly through the air, then hit him like

wrist right now
This ain't even on the album, it's a pitch; if it hit, cool
I been getting to the big bits right now
Like (Mmph!)
Young black boy
Trying

But sure I would see you later

Ratchet music had us in a trance
Dancing on everybody huh
But I couldn't dance
Knew you lived alone
By the time I hit ya

Artemis eve/ the heart only grieves/ for all of the things it never hunted/
Hit the bottom with ease/ I'm not appeased by your prophecies/
Powerful

U Ain't Gotta Go Home

Joe Budden

Joe Budden [Clean]

2003

I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction you deny you want proof
I only buck in the air when the sky's in the booth

U Ain't Gotta Go Home

Joe Budden

Joe Budden

2003

Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you

Come and see how he come in the game like an intrusion
Who's him Deshay supply the beats so I bruise'em, oozin
Im losin' my self control, you niggas is

all be single
My album comin out i air it out
Tryna handle my first little bit of clout
Im on broadway av filmin music videos you see me now
Im askin

started
Dropped 2 albums sounded so apart and
Y’all still in the same spot, sound the same as we all did, yeah
Don’t compare to me these others
We are not

at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

down
Above the weather to the better bliss
Togetherness
Judging by my album streams, hardly any gonna hear this
How am I still delirious
Some twisted

from doin music til Air jr hit me and said Tree (Tree)
Come to the music lab cook and smoke weed wit Coota B (uh)
and my patna Sheff this dope producer

ain’t lit ‘til you hit
A bitch with Grammy nominations
Uh, the feds don’t believe I’m
Up from getting merch off
So I’m getting stopped by TSA
With

Hit my damn ceiling and wow, I elevate
Yeah, then I shoot for the stars
Pass by the moon and Mars
Not looking where I'm going and turn around only

Reporting live from the basement
Brought to you by Raw Creation
Huh, Jersey!
I was born in Dirty Jerz I do em too filthy
Seen a lot of people

for a second
What I'm doing right or wrong
Maybe I can write a song
That might finally put me on
Get me playlisted tomorrow
Never take the long road
Hit

fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take

they're naughty Make a ting swallow dat saucy
They rap air on air
Too many rappers spit rare tare Tare
Drop my bars over here over Here they'll be feelin my