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I'm in the jam, put him through the blend
Pull out that shank, let it get in his skin
I got stain' for real, go ask about me
I was at the bottom, I was

or give out info
Never did kick door, but, nigga, know how I get dough
By myself, ME in team
What I need them for

Get Money, Get Paid, bitch, I feel like

own
Speak ya mind
If you eva by me
Off the dome
Ain't nobody ever
Made me silent

In my zone
I can feel
When these bitches biting
Shit it's cold
When ya

On my mother I ain't playing hang a Nigga by his dreads
Ain't shooting out of shit we walking Down tapping heads
I don't care if he was cripping we gon

no one this blick don't jam
Switch on a glock not throwing no hands
Niggas filled with marks ay might spin again
Baby so bad and she yet wrong again

the front
Like zayy don't stop, I'm bout to cum
Body shaking I slap on her bum
She not a opp but I'm making her run
Put that shit in her stomach then right

we went, I met this girl named melyna there White skin and brown hair Im talking- lips, hips, nips, huge thighs, n' fit That must be jam cause jelly

Yeah

C-Rayz Walz

Ravipops (The Substance)

actin tough like gung ho
Pull the gun like bums now - COME OUT YOUR CLOTHES YO
What'chu think the flo' is fo'?
So you can fall when I throw blows

for the spinach
My food-for-thought is like serving
Fresh lettuce to niggas
I'm the chef and I'm cooking up Def Jams
Broad street bully cut the
Check

with the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski beach bum with the broken Oakleys
When he Hang Ten men for the locals only
Rowboat slowly to the Roanoke docks

Girl Fever

Craig G

Now, That's More Like It

1991

would you like...
Yo, she got a convertable Benz, yo
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, yo Craig, you buggin, man
		Yo, let's make jam, but we're not talkin bout Benz

In My Sleep

Joe Budden

Padded Room

2009

outta there with a grin
Met a bum with a mansion that invited me in
Then we politiced about politics
He mentioned def jam but I ain't acknowledge it
I

in da door they step on your foot
They play da game but dey aint it playing by the book
Jada the president of def jam that's a good look
Got some many

Talkin shit that's until it hit the fan Ha
Run and get ya gun cause you ain't got no hands Ha
Pussy by yaself but tough around ya mans Ha
You love that hoe

Gun don’t jam it ain’t no biscuit
Bitch this
Shit is
Hotter than Sahara
'Bout a hundred dollars is what I wipe I my shit with
Oh you want the big

know what's going on over there
Ruger

Keep talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue
Off the Def Jam building, wait for the cops to come
Little bum, fuck