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keep a secret for me or is you gon tell
I’m trynna get high, i’m all fine by my self
Keep yo bad vibes, I need spiritual wealth
I’m misunderstood I just

Yuh, yuh
Better duck 'cause we aiming at you
Ain't no point in hiding
Just me and Frank sliding, 'cause we gon' slide by in a coupe
Yuh, yuh
Better

At the bronx to the New York City so
This is what i'm lovin' it by coming to bodega store
We gon' buy some snacks and we gon' pay it back
We would take some soft

up
Yall give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up
And niggas don't believe then tell em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all

phenomenal 

We don’t need nobody knowing Yo she told me on the low 

Get her doe and then we rollin she gon me Meet By the door 

Oh fasho girl do ya thing

Damn Jam, this shit a vibe
Yo this got to be Lemy
Bitch, ay this is produced by Lemy yo
Uh uh uh uh uh ay
Pa pa pa pa
Body Bag, 2 tag, zay got em'

Girl I know you bout yo business I ain't tryna hold you back
Tell me that I'm playin, kiddin, I don't do that
Tell me tell me if you wit it I could

Real Niggas

The Notorious B.I.G.

Hip Hop: The Collection, Vol. 2

2005

niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real 

Real big nigga's over here talkin' shit
Yo fuck that, I'm gon

boy, stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon' purge, boy
Bitch, I swear to God
Get left deceased, watch yo' words boy
Bitch best be working

Symphony 2000

EPMD

Out of Business [Clean]

1999

Sucka duck, i do what i feel right now
When i spit the illest shit, cats be like, "wow!"
Yo!	i get looks when i'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin

Better not  reach at me lil boy yo ass gon' die
Protected by angels, hope I see them  in the sky
You gon' hear that switchy, lil boy I'm not tryna

Monkey See Monkey Do

Eminem

Straight from the Lab

2003

just let 'em come to you
'Cause they gon' always see and do what the other one do
So let 'em come to you, the rest'll just follow suit
Monkey see,

chilling up in Chiraq

I stay by myself like it's uno
Drawing two Glocks out my
Pocket reversing yo life
Chop send you to mars like you bruno
Like Luisss

Really want that nigga dead up the glock and we 'gon let 'em fly
Straight shots to the head want smoke now he 'gon die
Put you on a t-shirt oh shit damn yo

try to play him fuck around shoot up yo parents house
And I know a shorty who set niggas up by making em send us they whereabouts
And as soon as lil

911

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

West Koasta Nostra

2003

does put us in the clutch
We just know that y'all ain't gon' be the one who's gon' do it
'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that

'cause they know my swag be mean 
I can do it by myself or I can do it with my team 
But when I'm with my brothers, we just hit that dream team

Now

up killed
(Gon end up killed)
Know how imma do it imma get this n**** setup by his ex
(Setup by his ex)
Cause they still text and I got her number so

Bitch we stupid
Drinking mud, it's in my kidney; feeling lucid
Ouuu said we gon' shoot, we send off arrows like we Cupid
We take yo shit Maurice

get yo' bestie up in my ride
Then we go back to back like a hunnid' times
Shit, she tellin' me the shit you doin'
It hurts but a nigga gon' be alright

a drive-by," (skrrt) "Let's do a drive-by"
("Ayy, yo, bro, but I told you, 'Forget it,'" boom, boom, boom)
"Ayy, yo, Rowdy, let's do a drive-by, let's do

a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?

[Mase]
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right

XAY, I told that there's no one that you can trust 
They gon leave you by yo lonesome
They gon leave you in the dust
Watch the metal that you fucking

feel like I'm the right one
Probably gon get a foreign ion even know how to drive one
Big body beep beep I know the police hate to see me
Coming down yo