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(ZDT)
Helpin' out Boosie out back
Got a new whip Cadillac
Copped a new spliff and she bad
Talk to some bitch then she mad
So I cut off my friends

I've been feelin' blui
Since I've been feelin' you
Your signals kinda mixed
And I don't know what to do
Intentions kinda hidden behind walls I'm

with accuracy, show them what that beam like
Posted by that liquor store, sellin' what the fiends like
Used to wake up in low income, now I live

satisfaction
I remember being down bad and they was laughing
Said I would never make it they kept attacking
So I went about my business and look what happened

and burn
Every time I lose, another lesson I learn
Steady payin' my dues, it's somethin' that I concern
Karma keep catchin' up on good and bad terms
Pool

a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you

checks come
Y'all seen what I did in my last 10
It's spooky to think of my next run
See when you ten toes with a snub nose
An itchy finger and a bad hand

life we live is a journey
Put the past behind don’t forget it
Hold yourself down, never give up
Roll with the punches going forward
Balance it all

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

better
Hearts feelin cold, stories untold, hatred from within
What better to sin
Or take this pen and record the pain
Take the liquor rub it on my tooth so

of the pinterest and the petty crime
Ground level distressed by the petty grind
Some of us even try to dipset ahead of time
Dying to live don’t cover it
Workers’

alright)
Secretly hope you ask

Dismantling the math of every
Bridge in our path
The ugly carving out a line between
The good and the bad
You can scream

rappers knew. You had no clue that we can rip it up? 
As I sip the cup I spit flows that be ill as fuck. So while the people are feelin the rhythm 
I fill

willin' to wait
Residin' in Maine
Fought tooth and nail to get this far
Now I can't allow her to fill up an space
I remember tellin' you I'm feelin' plagued

got my cK, ok babe, you ready to play?

I got my cR, my cR, I'm lettin' em rip.

Got a grenade launcher tongue, protected by my lips.

Got me feelin

we not that rich
We livin' life, just gettin' by
Feelin' low, feelin' down
Not thinkin' twice, take a shot of Crown
Homies rollin' loud but I paid

microchip

We on some intelligent interaction

Dig a little deeper maybe find something
Fully randomizes vandalize psyches with bad advice
Analyse shit then

Smash

Outlawz

Ride Wit Us or Collide Wit Us [Clean]

2000

[Young Noble] (talking)
We got Bad Azz in this mother fucker (Outlawz!)
Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown)
The Low-LIfes in this mother

With too many good visions
Too many bad dreams
Gotta keep it goin'
Can't go for anything
Feel like I'm in the sky soarin'
Yeah I fly on a plane

Live by

they feelin' ill (Uh)
Pullin' out tha blade
give a fuck 'bout how ya feel (Uh)
I pull up on tha block,
I'm posted wit' tha opps (Uh yuh)
Keep 'em closer

Look
If I'm not richer by next year, then I'm going to kill myself
I kicked her out to beat my meat, I like to feel myself
She told me she's one in

Verse 1 

Phone turned off I ain’t taking no calls busy on the digi weighing by the 8 ball 

Hustle anything coke opiates weed Molly guns clothes hoe

can't vote, they leave me with no hope, I'm feelin'
Like people should be killin' these evil villains with their lethal dealings for measly shillings

flexed up, yeah you see the fashion
Bad b******, yeah that be what I'm smashin'
You see me doing magic, you can call me Percy Jackson

Ok, I'm coolin'
Me