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The Killing of Georgie, Pts. 1 & 2

Rod Stewart

Greatest Hits

1979

of the great white way

Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George

Along the boulevards he'd

The Killing Of Georgie, Pts. 1 & 2

Rod Stewart

Some Guys Have All the Luck

2008

of the great white way

Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George

Along the boulevards he'd

No Church in the Wild

Jay-Z

Watch the Throne

2011

the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I'm wonderin' if a thug's prayers reach
Is Pious pious 'cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, "Whose bias do

eternity written on their hearts
But their intellect and primal pleasure always seem to get the better, caught up
Mesmerized by the shadows they sink in

The mic on?
Mic check, mic check
CHIC
This isn’t like anything you’ve heard before
It’s a little different this time around
Never gets easy to be

On the block, You got your haters and your non-believers
When it comes to chics?  
You got your cheaters and your one keeper
She gon' hold that heat

Mic check! Mic check!
I'm gonna shake things up a bit
CHIC
Atomic Beats
Intellegentz on the hook
Let's go!
I'm going to make it one day
Just wait

looking at my phone
Somebody tell me what's going on
Met a dude from Tallahassee
Says that he's a waiter slash actor
Shining but ain't blinded by the glow

I can’t even explain the realm I’m in
But I’ll try
Top hat man walk by
Mother fuckers doin’
Cartwheels
In front of my eyes
Unicycle ride by
While

them in the eyes no need telling hoes hi
I blow a kiss and chunk a deuce when I roll by, roll by
Yeah, I'm ice cold like a Klondike
On site I'ma beat

Take ya chic and I hit
Make her drip with a slight of hand
Web shooting like I'm spiderman
Ya stay dick riding ain't nothing but hype man
Im

love with my hustle and she love it when we cuddle
Her last man fumbled now I got a ryda like you by my side
Love it when you coming baby
You the ryda

Oh I guess you gotta know me
Oh I guess she got a homie
But I take her like a trophy
Y'all never seen a chic
Who does what she does best for free
But

me
I know deep down
They wanna slug me
I fee the vibe
When they hug me

Last of dying breed
I achieve
Move at God Speed
Vacation home by the lake
Toss

The way you touch me
You drive me crazy
Even if you don't
Call me your baby
I just want you
To be my one and only
(I don't want nobody
By my side if

they ended up all broke, and now I'm stupid paid
Cartier my shades I still eat at Chic Fil A
Bullets ricochet, been knew they aint got no name
Niggas

(Beat that motherfucker up, ?)

Say she wanna get with me
'Cause I blow it by the O
She know how to keep a secret
She don't let nobody know
She

Walk On By

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

Speak on it man 

Verse 1-Fat Joe 

This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas 

for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters

niggas gone copy now
Your bitch she like the way I drip I told her come and wipe me down
My trap back jumping just like chic fil a I got good prices now

la
Yo we rock illa killa scratch off the cereal
brothas sayin stagga still that aint all thats a miracle
for chics in the 6's with their name

white wine without smudging your lipstick
I'm scared to come near you, you're shrouded by your usual clique
Chic, chic

You've got me riding
On a South

my swag on it they
See I'm a nigga you can’t clone
Rollin with some chics that can’t own
So when they hair switch
Bro you better think quick
She prolly

and kush is the only time I'm purping gee
I'll stick my dick in your chic's mouth perfectly
And i want it all fam half won't work for me
Andre agassi hustle

That's why we grab up them guns, pick door knobs
Chics need that paper too
Some strip for the cause
Nobody gives a shit
Why is life so hard
Praying to God