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Yeah, it's my life
My own words, I guess

Have you ever loved someone so much
You'd give an arm for
Not the expression, no
Literally give

Waughter

Grand Agent

By Design

2001

of things coulda swore I wasn't into
But the swearin was impairin my ability
to give and receive love, plus humility

[Chorus]
Love is like water, flowin

a movie
I done went on missions by myself, that's when my heart cold
I would scan the blocked for opps and licks like it's a barcode
Big body whip, I pull

I'm the living testament that you could have a dream and never live again
If all you my sons I guess I'm negligent
I don't wanna talk, I see

Get 'Em Up

Cypress Hill

Rise Up

2010

(This bout is for the heavyweight championship of the world
I give you the one and only Cypress Hill)

Ese, get down with us
You'll smoke a pound

I'm innocent
look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side
but you believin' that bitch
You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'

of King Dedede

Loaded up the bong and I'm ready to hit
Hot momma by my side rubbing her clit
She says that our rhymes are fucking lit
I'ma launch that

Angeles resident
The heart of a champ is as big as lion
I take the game cocked back
Take aim start firing
Admiring the U-N-D-E-R-G 'round
I'm a Dodger

the dealer and we all buying
I never thought in a million years
I'm making deals, give my niggas million years
The dark shades for the rocky days
Was tryna

Mind of a Sick Man

Mr. Shadow

Can't Hide From Shadow

2000

that's a snitch
And straight choke em
In blood we soak em
Ain't no joke
I love to make a mothafucka buckel
Give a sign and watch my boys rush you
In

bruised up, scarred hard 
All you wanna know is (where my money at?)
She thought he'd call (where my money at?)
[Chorus: (Akon) ] (x2) 
Cos I'mma tell you

and all of you
Finna get my own fucking stu-dio apartment
Call me Cartman don't really give a fuck man
I say what I want man as long as its about me
Heaven

I want you to look on your um, look on your list right there
Should be ah, reservation for Mr. & Mrs. Tiggalo. Alright? Okay?
I want you to give me

bit, my platform is nothing
Born to move something, mic gives me gumption
So

On every single stage we stand
The people in the crowd throw hands

I'm willing to take a chance
I'm willing to give you my heart again
The sacrifices that I took for you turned me into a man
You showed me how to love

just like Young MA when I take me a sip of this lean
My cup act like stank nigga this shit always dirty could never be clean
You and ya mans done got in

win
And if I have to say it once
It won't get said again
Hold up
Can't make my money fold up
We fight, you can get rolled up
Give me the props I'm owed

seas tours spendin president faces
your place in my heart cant no one replace it
not havin you around me yea i hates it
your the only one to take my

Fried Chicken

Nas

Nas

2008

me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you ain't a ki'
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Driving in your bucket seats

Listen to my heart, baby
Girl you know that it beats for you
Cause everywhere I go
And everywhere I am
You gonna be by my side
And that is

And yeah I found someone new, but still lament that
Cuz after I got cheated on, to you I came back
My bruised ego ghosted you like Mrs. Pac

You was looking

Word II

2 Live Crew

Move Somethin' [Clean]

1987

And to the people, I'll always be true
         So step off the stage, give us the mike
         So we can rock the people the way you would like
[TO]  'Cause we're

inside the Bank of America rich and left richer
The poster boy for late stage capitalism
I get the bag, no cap, and the safe too (Hmh)
The illest villain

the prodigy's who be discreet
And turn president's
But you know I'm
Ain't tryna get my heart broke no
More cuz I got a lotta people to uphold
When they go