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8 9
You could see the traits of the chosen one, holy one
Meditatin in the Sedona sun, it’s over son
I’m gettin high off my own third eye
Keep it real

World's Most Dangerous

Nemesis

Venni Vetti Vecci

1999

me bite them wit' the bulldog made by design 
Niggas gon' give me mines 
And get in line for the torture 
I swear, run any closer to air 
My

Murder

Master P

The Shocker

1996

Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd

One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten
Are you ready!
Další rok další album sick byl
Jsem a dál budu sick
Uplynulej rok byl sick

Still Shinin'

Mobb Deep

Hell on Earth

1996

niggaz that thirst 
Yes devine nine shine put that ass in line 
Regulate, I'm only here just to take what's mine 
Must hit combine, dangerous minds Dunn

Brown)
The meanwhile Im the greatest ever in my mind
Number one with no trophies (IZ ILL) and no blue ribbons
Toe to toe spar with the best
So im never

bitches with those brands
Their brands do not meet my demands

Woke up feeling like I had to hit 'em with the flex (flex)
Some of these bitches hating but

face in the hood I ain't talking no Bape
Feel like Kim K started out with a tape
Now I got like two albums and one on the way
Oh by the way
We paving

deserts in my city
They say a change gon' come
But only by committee
The witty unpredictable, every time this play
Give Rae his residuals, nine individuals

hit And stiff me
Had to switch the flavor up this Diesel don’t be hitting
Exhale a lot of smoke it’s like Cranking up engines
Chicago in a hotbox I went

the crowd likes all this weak shit
It is down right a slap to the face
They seem lit but get out shined by me quick

I am the greatest like 23 (23)
Know they

Hook:

This for all my haters(2x)
Had to thank all of y’all niggas (because y’all are the greatest
This for all my haters(2x)
Once a nigga blow up,

be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not

tell you nine tales
Or nine stories
Drinking forties on the ninth story
Or the thirteenth story
Or are you superstitious? The fourteenth story
Mitch

motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years

Everything's a Go

Jay-Z

M.A.D.E. [Clean]

2003

Everything's a go! Mami hit me on the jack
Told me meet her at the spot, and I'm bout to call her back, its a go!

[Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek]
Bleek come scoop

Yeah
I know people want to come around
Cuz they know I stay fly
Tryna cut my wings off
So Imma hit em with the sound
I put in too many hours
This my

thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real

Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste

to take a hit
I've become interpretive
Tell me what you make of it
Tell me what you make of that
When I take it, never taken back
They taken back, by my

time weather sipheth' abo nice
Cleva otloa, otloa di six by nine
Dietsang di Sub-hoover
Le di six by nine dietsang
Gotta go hard xa ufuna ukphila le life

Murder

Master P

Somethin' for the Whodi's

2001

Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd

bring the heat
Nine realms of hell
Underneath where creatures dwell
Witchcraft can't tell
Your enchanted by a spell
From grace I fell
Hit the floor below

like Hendrix playing on a hey joe solo 
Luck of the Irish Yoko Ono 
Take this album that’s pro Bono 
I weren’t the only one? You too? You too? Mad
We’re

floss mode
The life of a boss player
Fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas can't