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How to Kill a Radio Consultant

Public Enemy

Greatest Misses

1992

I know dey even got it from the giddy
Stacked in the back
Only black radio station in the city
Programmed by a sucker in a suit
Slick back hair he

you are or are not evil! (Evil!)
I've already said that Magic Sky Man does not control humans many bloody times
Why do you all still think that

There goes a real fat ? before me
It's not corny. He's still here too. But I don't care cause, I'm so funny

[Verse 4]
The streets will teach you
I love

This to the Snakes
Who denying the king
Yet tuly He save
Yet truly He save

This for the pastors
That hate that I'm preachin
Don't care what you think

at the pool by tomorrow , And she in school so she might be smarter , Say I talk country cuz she talking proper, She acting boujie just look at her posture ,

man when he complies
Running
If imma keep it a hunnit
I been getting controlled by the money
Because I'm from Baltimore dummy
I drop music they don't

I been laying back just stayin out the way, Tryna get me some cake but I still get
With it
Ain't no way nigga say that he looking for me Cause I

One Less Bitch

N.W.A

Niggaz4life

1991

he needs
To be perfectly honest she was a hooker
So I took her, a 100 yards, to the blvd
I told her "I'll take care o' you, you take care o' me"

moet je blijven he

I dont care if you like me i don't care if you don't 
Ima tell em all to bite me ima say that shit you wont 
And im still with my

Just Like You

Lecrae

Rehab

2010

I just wanna be like you,
Walk like, talk like, even think like you
The only one I could look to
You're teaching me to be just like you
Well I just

don't trust him, I know he a snake 
Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)
Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage 
But fuck that, ain't call

What Should I Do

Lil' Mo

From Nothin' to Somethin' [Clean]

2007

of sarge
He is not a man in charge 
I'm fightin this war
Don't kno who I'm fightin it for
Might be goin awol anyday ya'll

[chorus]
Does anyone care

'm contradicting
Say I got faith, end up worrying
Thought I'd be asleep by 10
So, tell me why I'm still up at 3AM
Contemplating
My next move
Or, on YouTube, watching

tonight
My thoughts get drowned until I feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize (Yeah)
I got wasted (Woah, ayy)

And I'm taken by

president 
Nigga I could get elected 

They jus wanna fit it 
Tryna be accepted 

Bodies left on old beats
They gone get the message 

Still don't go

just thank GOD that my Pop is still here
Homie had 10
I just thank GOD that he dodge all them years
This for my for homies in the M-town
You keep living

You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album

the fanny pack He play the blitz i play a qb draw like watch me handle that
I got a mid range like Chris paul
Heard they don't like me I don't care I got em

thoughts
Smoking on thunder
I'm lonely
No one by my side
I still got my guys
But only a few
I know who really gone ride
And bust If they slide
Kill for my

of an awkward thing
From New York
Made by the less fortunate
To West Yorks
No-one cares where Yorkshire is
From New York
Still feel I was born for it
To West

the sanitizer? (Jheeze)
Just flutter by, he said "Giggs can you handle this?"
He said "Float like a butterfly"
I bring truth, but they love a lie
Plans, I

through school with a bitch
On my way to get me a towel, then meant this bitch by, I just pick her, then got into a problem
And still gotta fighting my

Death Around Tha Corner

2Pac

Tha Get Money Pro Presents: Rap Game Trap Game, Vol. 2

2009

[Child:] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?

[Mother:] I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He's just stand by the goddamn

Runnin My Momma Crazy

Plies

The Real Testament [Clean]

2007

to God she don't wipe her hands with me

I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell