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F**K Faces

Scarface

My Homies

1998

You must be used to all the finer things
Infatuated by what money brangs
It seems to me you hoes will never change
So all that's left is for us

you
Think you can school me? Better get to class early dude
Pussy boys ain't spook me, what's spooky is my serpents tooth
Your rhymes are hollow, you're

Cleveland, that's where I reside (no zap)
I slide through the Clay, bitch, I'm good on the 5 (boy)
Okay if I ride with my nine
If I see an opp, hope his

What About Us

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Thug World Order

2002

its sadder for us to get caught up by the po-po fo sho'
And what about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world
Coming to school wit'

Don't take it from me, you can't take it from me 

I'm surrounded by voices that lie 
Today seems like a good day to die 
I'm surrounded by people that

Don't take it from me, you can't take it from me 

I'm surrounded by voices that lie 
Today seems like a good day to die 
I'm surrounded by people that

to daddy and a daddy to boys
Find you a thunderstorm and fly a kite
If I'm not good enough at noon
Then I'm not good enough at midnight
Ya dumb bitch, crap

Lil boys need a tune up they got funny bones
Big brodie still get them bitches wholesale
Told granny i was in here cooking oatmeal, yeahhh

I was raised

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

wave god 
Young wave god I'm Poseidon with lyrics

From London Town to Accra City 
Le Generäle is in the house brought the squad with me 
Living good

Brought to you by Johnny, Jab, and the boys

(Yo, I'm keeping that in Jab)
(And you can't stop me)

Hoochie Coochie Man

Chuck Berry

Live at the Fillmore Auditorium

1967

Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout

N*ggas be tripping
Like I'm not the one
Playing with me
And your life will be done
Say ima menace
They calling me dentist
Cause boy I be drilling

cake up on my own

Dog nigga, get it straight to the bone
I could be at my show send niggas straight to your home
I'm on that shit boy
Blick up on my hit

noticed was - pure music
Untampered with by things showbiz does older
Thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug
Juice from the street light
It almost

by day!)
Screaming bomaye (Bomaye!)
Screaming bomaye, bounce (Bomaye!)
Boy I been running the soul out my audio before the rubber would crease
I got

dough
Steady income ain't good for me
Serving white you know the way
Whether it's morning, whether it's raining
All that shit don't matter to me
I done

Uh
Y'all niggas should have some of this shit right here boy
It's that good shit
Uh
it's just
1-2, 1-2, replace the beat
A-yo
a-yo,
check-a,

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

really be surprised 
When it's there before your eyes 
When you hold the knife that carves her 

You live the life that starves her to the bone 
Good

side, it feels right, it feels right
When I'm in your arms I get lost in the time
When I think of you, boy you're all that's on my mind

When I'm by your

boys with no back bone
They can't get it by they self, always need somebody help
But see me, I do it alone
And I ain't never been the type to give yo dog

I'm in my element

It's all real, it's all real, I keep telling 'em

Check ya boy yeah he grown
This ain't blood sweat tears this is blood flesh bone

and you're breathing again
The day is a dub if you still breathing my man
You don't understand
Never gon' stop till my bones in the land
Pray for good luck

signs as old as time itself, 

Now watch as he tears himself apart,
Piece by piece, this half-assed matinee's about to start,
His blood and his bones will