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gators take off ya tator 
We so fuckin major ain't it so amazing 
Every track drop dat bih blazing cajun 
80's baby honey hill raise me 
Where we was

Murdergram (Streets Is Watching) [Soundtrack Version]

Murder Inc

Streets Is Watching

1998

on one track, huh?

Can't be serious, it's Murda nigga, huh, it's Murda
Mothafuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with

Raise the Roof

Public Enemy

Yo! Bum Rush the Show

1987

daughters
        But done by scratches so save that water
        This jam is packed so I just figure
        All we need is the house to get bigger

a little tender headed but I’m head strong
Keep it short and sweet when I like to wear it long
Oh hot hot damn
Knowing who I am
Freestylin on the track
Need

Floorfiller

A*Teens

Pop 'Til You Drop!

2002

Floorfiller
Floorfiller
Floorfiller

Hey Mr. DJ in case you forgot
I came to get down
So you better make it hot

'Cause I can't jump around

Kick Out the Jams

Entombed

Same Difference

1999

Originally performed by mc5
Well, I feel pretty good and I guess that I could get crazy now, baby.
Cause we all got in tune and when the
Dressing

Rockin board shorts oaklies and tan flip flops
Cherry wood smokes comin from my traeger grill
Can of bush light sittin by my rod and reel
Couple tunes come

Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip mascato and you gon' loose them pants
And Imma throw

('Ccine)
I told the truth, you thought I was lyin'
Why you ain't never believe me? (Lyin')
Poof, Alakazam, get out the jam, Harry Houdini
It's a bull

and let me go by
In my roadster
My red hot roadster

I'm running Whitewall slicks and big bad wheels (big bad wheels)
And coming off the line, you know

Jam coupe
Yeah, your friend need to follow (follow)
Smoking on Gelato

Swerving all the time 
Man I'm always on the endo
Blowing back the speakers
I'm

Nahh Forreal
Ha, Nahh Forreal
Pump up the jam
While your feet is stomping
Pussy niggas better keep running
G-Lock and you know it keep dumping

Ghost

leave
That to the others
I got the best of both worlds
Nigga folks and brothers
Woah, I'm too hot, nigga cool me off
You might be hard but yo'

figure in fashion many are
Put off by his front-row ubiquity and
Often surly behavior West clearly
Relishes his role
As a cultural lightning rod where

track you gon' get what I got
Who you know that gon' bussa flow - of my ilk
With a verbal hot sauce texture finer than silk
Blessed with lyrical finesse -

my time
I'm racing time I think I'm last
And if Tune mentions lean again
Then I might drink his stash
The underdogs understand what I lay over tracks

Body Rock

Q-Tip

Lyricist Lounge, Vol. 1

1998

burn the perm off Big Worm
So peep this private screenin' of the Last Action Hero
That be freezin' rappers dead in they tracks like Sub Zero (Zero)

Back when Death Row was made by Suge and Dre
I would ride my bike to Rod's house hella blocks away
Playing NBA Jam and playing ball on this Fischer

Yeah
Purps on the beat, Purps on the beat
From Cali to New Orleans
And back

The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave

like a track
I'm surpassing these niggas by a hunnid laps
That girl a frisbee, know she coming back
She left me for you now she running back
She hustle

heat
If Def Jam, they gonna flop him
And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building no mo', its okay I get it poppin'
Back to the forest trees for deep, these

lace

(x4)
Don't stop get it get it
(Slow Motion)

Stick in move, listen dude
Me and Nitro 62
Push in a hot rod rollin' deep
Candy paint, open seats

I'm just too sick run you over with a Buick
My boy Tristan, he is hot
Cut your neck like Sweeney Todd
Take off that bikini top
Me still rapping is

for thought when I'm the one that they eat
I am the fodder burning hot from all the fire I spit
They sitting tired in parking lots from all the I rubber