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smoke on twenty twins
After math use to load 50, hated by many men
Was chiefin bows n mount pleasant but I ain't Indian
I'm from the lan I needa sing

back-to-back, that shit ain't none of me
We got them lows in, we ridin', ridin' hot
The poor n***a get behind, and we doin' the deck
They call me double O, so I

We lit prob by Fidem beats ft Tameesia 

Hook
Pour up spark that
Hit the blunt n then kick back 
Pour up spark that 
Get the money we gone flip that

tried staying away and isolated from n***as
But f*ck it. I’m done. And by the way if you n***as
Really want it. I’m handing sh*t out today for you n

hell is hot I like cold
Ain't no lockin up My soul
I'm hot, poppin up like toast, cuz the Rock's my bro
Christ saved the lost on the cross
Haters Chirp

abide by the book, 'cause a n**** done took out the pages
Don't think that I'm crazy, this shit get to blazing
Might fry me a n****, I'm gone Chick-Fil-A

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

I ain't a B-O-Y, I'm an M-A-N
You dun know I'm a P-R-O
Your CEO is my F-A-M
When shit hit's the F-A-N
I walk by, no transit V-A-N
Don't care if you're

the ride and let the diamonds smoke off the range
just by the chain u can tell a big kid do his thang
im off the chain, 

yeah yeah yeah yeah
im hot kid,

piece/ 
extra crispy
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Dreams silly squeaky yellow like them rubber ducks/
 pillows cotton flat so dyno be keepin it so feather fluffed/
street struck/

No

De La Soul

The Grind Date

2004

rocking with that guy, it's serious
Still make him cry when the satire's hilarious
Cold for your areas, flows come in various shapes and sizes
So hot

Sauce on drizzle
Don`t miss my drift
Her fat ass on the kitchen counter
By the faucet she drip
Rick James with the attitude
She a cold blooded bitch

shame
Undisputed like ving rhames
Cold blooded like rick james
Everybody gettin it stackin dollaz fasho
Get it out the mud or you checkin it out a hoe

my hand
And a medal on my neck
So she'll throw her arms on me
It's a punch not a hug, bitch!

Keep off when a nigga so hot
So when he comes cold he

know you got extra hoes
And everything you do is extra cold"
From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece
I got family in high places like Jesus niece
Can I

What Ya Wanna Do?

Ice-T

The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech...Just Watch What You Say

1989

to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You

the verse
Stay sharp like spurs
All I do is shine, no murk
No dark, I constructed this from the heart
Instructed by my father since the start
I depart

Spacious Thoughts

Tom Waits

The Spirit of Apollo

2009

saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's

I'm cutting hoes
Legs and toes
Over head
Feet explode
Missile toes
Kissing flows
Popping off on every mode
Getting hot getting cold
Feeling old
Money

up with, it will be cold

Or hot, dependin' on how you look at it
A sucka talk smack and I throw the book at him

I'm a wizard, a mage of a different

the raw, off the wall, hot doo-doo
That Oh My God, Allahu Akbar, Juju
That shit you ain't heard since Premiere and Guru
It's for us, by us - FUBU
Better get

by the creek while we smoking by da creek
Niggas die for they chain cause flossing ain’t cheap
I see gold on your body, ill lay a nigga down in his

Starry Night

Quincy Jones

The Rose That Grew from Concrete

2000

at night
It's bigger than music I spit it straight from the heart
So it's cold n dark and deep like a universe, but nah don't start
It's for ya

gold bones
What the f-ck you boys want
Roll on you like a joint
Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don't you point

[Pharrell]
KFC by the bucket,