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Oops, I just did it with another move
No look pass, called a' alley-oop
Got the crowd gettin' loose
Got em down with my defense
I don't even gotta

own nigga (can't trust em), don't fwm boy i'll leave yo ass missin
Ion need nobody wimme (ion need ya) by my lonely tryna get it (yessir)
Wrong move

by
Tears reaching out like a high tide
Like Michael I beat it
Guess great minds think alike
Hang tight when we ride
No limits
Fuck around
All in it

Summer On Smash

Nas

Life Is Good [Deluxe Edition]

2012

on smash, eighteen karats
Little overweight, hit the gym, let's go get the abs in
Louis belt hangs on the waist, it ain't even fastened
I'm trying to get

you is
Where I’m from gotta stay on defense
But we ain’t hooping
Them 223s ah burn his face up
Yea them boys is ruthless
And now his homie an his family

Dumpin' Em in Ditches

Spice 1

187 He Wrote

1993

out his car door
Bust, bang, I let my nugs hang, chewed out my Mustang
And let this motherfuckin' gat sang
A bloody glock and a pocket full of rock

on his balls like I'm 'bout to tell him, "Cough" (cough)
Wait, hold on, Holiday
You can't give it to 'em dry like that (pull up)
You gotta get that shit

Talk to em', fuck em' calm gotta earn they trust (Fuck em' calm)
Just when they bout to bust
Ready to shoot the nut
Gag em' with the gun, cock that bitch

Wake up it's a new day feeling stressed but i'm ok, boy you know you gotta push on
New day make the call first play we gon show em what we got we gon

of the tree
Got consumer beliefs
I see em' hang by a string
It look like puppetry the way the someone moving their feet
All in the food that you eat and what

and leading another movement
I'm brutal as ever, you wanna prove it
Who getting stupid with the blammers, we can let 'em rang thangs, man
How we gettin here

I can tell you niggas soft by who you hang around
And all my niggas slide I swear that we don't play around
By any means, pussy niggas tryna sing

of the guys
This corporate look its gotta go
It don't work for my life

But life, it moves on
No time to to let go
So I go back home
And write this song

I'm

written
Woah
Hol' up
Sheesh
Why you gotta show cái EQ tù
Why you gotta let 'em know văn hóa nửa mùa
Vigga think him finna ate somethin'
Finna ate somethin'

pull them triggas
Let him feel the lead it's a pimp type nigga
But you don't understand me
A Tec medallion on my rope
A Tec Ruger in my hang, g
Shootin'

That it might be a good idea to take her with me (with me)
'Cause she's ready to leave, ready to leave now (let's go!)
And that I gotta keep it real

So Good

Talib Kweli

Reflection Eternal: Revolutions Per Minute

2010

be duplicated by computer

We gon' set it off, we gon' set it off
Something on my chest and I gotta get it off
So we gon' let it off, catch it like

the phrase again, 'Y'all 
haters'
Who got chips and don't gotta sip,
rollout wit' chicks, tell 'em hop in the whip
[Kelis (Pharrell Williams)] To the sunlight

Drop Like This 2001

Ying Yang Twins

Alley...Return of the Ying Yang Twins

2002

Tryin to bump that tryin to show em where ya heart at
Ima show ya where the thug at
You gotta live that, I gotta fake that
You a itty bitty rat gettin

With my eyes closed, see 'em hit me with the pole
Hit my migo up, I tell I gotta fucking go
I pop a jigga, I get out my body
Then I let it go
Don't pray

name Freddy

Pulling up on em, we taking his sack
Took the boy off and he can't get it back
Riding with Lil Monn, I'm with Tae in the back and we're

let em
But if you knew better
Than you'd do better
If she choose brodie
Then I'm gon let her
Brother's Don't Change
I ain't got no new crew members
We

and four killers

Uh, okay, lightweight
Let me hit the lights, do this the right way
Wrong time, but we hit 'em in the right place
Yeah, it's gon' be

don't even gotta say his name
We was never friends, so let's end all these fuckin' games
Ever disrespect me again, I swear I'ma fuckin' kill you
Always