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You thinking its sweat run up on me
Glttt u can catch heat from this 40
We never tell on nobody
We just put shells in ya body
Catch him in the telly

your hands up)

It goes whoop whoop
That's the sound of the police
When they catch me goin' beast cause
My face is in her teeth
And I'm just like Mr

of niggas get called but they chose us
Stand by me
Documenting the glow up
Uhh, the city go whoo!
Remember winter times we had the stove for heat
You remember

Suspect Chin Music

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now 

spin around let your whole crown man down  man down 

[Street Life] 

I live by the street code

‘mosa up
Make that champagne pop
‘Cause it’s goin’ down
When I’m rollin’ top down
And I blast that sound
I keep rollin’ up
Pour my ‘mosa up
Make that

‘mosa up
Make that champagne pop
‘Cause it’s goin’ down
When I’m rollin’ top down
And I blast that sound
I keep rollin’ up
Pour my ‘mosa up
Make that

Sexuality

DJ Quik

Balance & Options [Clean]

2000

the heat

Make it bounce, bounce, drop it, pop it, on the side
Make it bounce, bounce, grab it, slap it, on the side

This is dedicated to a bad ho

of the man nor his action 
Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: Never show your heat 
And don't flame it" 
You playin life, wit a man who

In the booth this mornin'
Ain't tired, no yawnin'

Bullets fly, like birds, cold world, iceberg
And I'm jus tryna heat up every track with a verse

to a friend
As God forgive me, but it's just in my spirit of sin

And I ain't never had shit, livin' life on the edge
And sleepin' with my 357 right by my head

with the heat, don't be thinkin' that it's sweet (Nah)
Give my bitch a treat, even walk her on a leash
Need a lady in the streets and a freak up in

Pitch In On A Party

DJ Quik

Balance & Options

2000

We've go the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single
It don't matter 'cause I'm underground anyway
Rich balling, bitch call

They do it for clout 

(press on) 

You at yo best when the stress on,Turn up the heat and 

(press on) 



You down and out 

(press on) 

Won't nobody

don't even be tripping
This my first real rolex it don't even be ticking
This my first pair of earrings I can wear in the shower
Without 'em clouding up

gon' make it

Rake it on up, we stacking the bread
Money, success is filling our heads
Rake it on up, we stacking the bread
Glory and fame is filling our

Nas Is Coming

Nas

It Was Written

1996

S-classes
Chrome kitted up, calicones lit it up
I didn't get touched, checkin' my nuts, I stood up and lit a Dutch
Clutchin' gats, quick to bust
But

ain't what you seem
I jus retired I'm out of ya league
Run it up run it up follow my lead
You can stay broke I'm a get to the cheese
Benjamin Franklin all

the goodness in my life and then you buried it"

He didn't get a reply
The landline clicked and then he started to cry
The same old dad back in '98
When he

in the skies
Looking down on my past deeds
Asking my god why
There's So many ladders
I've chose to climb
I fell down about 98
But Got up 99 times

“SWEET ECLIPSE” 
By Barbara Graff 2020  barbaragraffmusic@gmail.com
Key of A Major, Tempo 98, 4/4 

V1:

We stepped out of the light
To the dark

the end i just couldnt defend you[00:40.01]Vampires came at us and bit you[00:41.98]I passed out and they ended up taking you[00:43.81]Was alone had no

NARROW MINDED VIOLENCE
RUC DISCRIMINATE
WINDOWS BROKEN, STONES OF HATE

CHECKPOINTS ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL
ROUNDING UP THE NEIGHBORS
WE CAN'T STAND STAND

who drool[01:28.17]Show you how curious I am[01:32.66]By covering up my voluptuous hams (don't look)[01:37.79]Maybe you like my long legs[01:43.50]Or

this city down[00:45.68]You light me up like a fire[00:49.28]Your words your soul[00:50.88]They leave me cold[00:52.78]And it ain't the life you