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Journey Through the Life

Nas

Forever [Clean]

1999

space
Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face
Lampin' in a mansion, home alone
I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics
I hold

your pussy lips on live, I'll give ya a thousand dollars
Boosie was bein' too thirsty, I'm just bein' honest (he was)
If doin' too much was a person

New Testament Outro

Yukmouth

Thug Lord: The New Testament

2001

berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by

Contraception- Fuck it if I get screwed
By myself wit no aids I'll infect'em
Aye
Waving a weapon, I was raised by a parent
Who was Raised by a reverend straight

number (uh-uh)
In the ghetto, when your lips is black
You either smoke too much cigarettes or do too much crack (damn)
We're tryna get out, and that's

Eyebrows Down

Ludacris

Chicken -N- Beer [Clean]

2003

own record label and put myself on blast
The album was independent, it was just for the streets
I sold a one thousand copies in my first fuckin' week

Baby backwood ima pass it to my niggas
Game black sweets nah we ain’t smoking swishas
Yeah
We get so high
I might close my eyes and let time fly by yeah

attacked
6'3 In my duck boots
I'on sneak by, I'on duck dudes
Real nigga, no stunt dude
Neva been sus but I fuck dudes
Yo click mad but I touched two

stop me now (who, you?)
Every album offered me a glimpse of heaven
No parentals, uncensored, guess I snuck into the Restricted Section
These Dark Arts

the purpose of doing all this talking

Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin' drawin' LL Cool J album covers

do professionally
He been doing it
I seen Cassidy been in probably
More than five-thousand battles
You know, and I don't think he had one L
And I don't

or a masterpiece
Sample chopped by Fresh, he threw the pass to me
With slaps hard enough to get us banned from an academy
Keep my wife's name out you're fucking

Not everything is black and white, no pandas switch the color up
Always up on top 'cause there's no point if I'm the runner up
Brodie in a pickle

And if I got to bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still tick, Zone 6
Five fingers with

the clique
Get out some more, expand the four, get a girl whos legit
Stay by myself, expand the wealth, that's not how I wanna live

A thousand subs,

next morning GOOD AM album bumping

I be like the moon Coming out when the sun gone
All black clothes coming out when the sun gone
Your girl with me

the ages
Life done in a thousand shots
Just fillin' 90 pages
Got a photo album
There on the second page
Stood a bomber pilot
Confronting blinding rage
Tales

What made you think you could ask for a kiss?
Man, ion know where the fuck yo' lips been
Man, ion know the who, what, where, or when
Man, all I knows you

nine-hundred-thousand miles an hour
Forgot what I'm talkin' 'bout, fuck, I'm discombobulated

Now up is down, left is right
Day is night now, in is out, black is

before I wake

[Black Rob]
Fluck that
Snap a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth, watch his body lift
Shut his hottie's lips, bitch screamin, hit her body

That's the club
Ten thousand in pockets, Yeah we throwin' up
Cause times getting hard, We spreading the wealth
2 G's on my body, It sits on my belt

Respect Power

Raekwon

Whiteboys

1999

tie
N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em

The shards of the Sun are hidden under the snow, and under thousands of frozen corpses... The winds are now sweeping the frozen moor, the horizon is soaked by

Fighting with my brothers
Demons fleeing by the thousands
Coming to they territory
Burning down they houses
Army of the Lord
Got the enemy surrounded
A Holy