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know exactly what you need
Need adoring, talking loving and company
When I'm famous, promise you'll stand by me
Feel like a god, and I'm not talking

on the bible
P won't be standing in the final
What'd you think
I would just hand him the title?

They don't know about Ghetto, but I do
I'll kill myself if I

And I know everything's gonna be okay, but I'm still broken, heart is swollen
Won't forget the love I've spoken
Hold up, hold up, stand by, don't you

And if my skin withers in the heat
I'll find you in the shadows on the wall
The outlines of others standing tall
Cast by reflected rays
I feel your

Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good) I'll give ya something to bang

[Master P]
Now ya know Dana is the neighborhood bitch
In case ya bump

your man

Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get

The goddess of fate took notice of the newborn me
"What an adorable baby," she giggled wickedly with glee
"Oh, I know, let's cast a spell on her for

it will be after all this time then I guess it's high time...to end...my life...
In your greatest need I'll be there to help you fight. Stand up

you got it, I got it, I got the meds
Last for a minute in firefights
And I'll fight him, I'll bitch em til I am dead
Not moving, I'm staying right here

it Scorcher Scorcher
Fried by tongue this ting real torture
I'll Leave no man behind
Mana back my guy my bro not Warner

Rogodooo
Retaliation rapid I

Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!

My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm

You Gots to Chill

EPMD

Hip Hop Classics, Vol. 2

1996

rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill

I be

You Gots to Chill

EPMD

Strictly Business

1988

rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill

I be

think gon' go if it's him or me imma punish a nigga, R.I.P
Pull up you should've seen his face that nigga was stupid I seen his brain
He ain't stand

you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison

I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me

(Please don't)
(P-please, p-please don't)
(Please don't, please don't)
(Please, please, p-please don't)
I can't stand
No, I can't stand up by myself,

up by slaves in South Africa
Makes me wonder why motherfuckers like shitty P-Diddy are rapping, huh?

I'm furious!
Why?
Are you curious?
Cause furies

Cut a boy footloose and it leave him shaken
I'm in the field talk on my damn end zone 
Cast not or get hit back by your damn stone
Feel me the real see

and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
You curl your toes in fun as you smile

and everyone of his boys involved
Nobody ain't gonna be avoiding blows
When I let off, I'll lick P Money's head off
I'm a serial killer, he's Kellogg's
I'll put

(glee)
Come Thursday, got a Throwback
Got my own one, I'm an own man (yes)
I see P get a face in the headie (yuck)
Way too yucky
Cruisin' a Lambo

4-5-6

Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll

1999

glee 
Only the sharp bar, grill Simon, pop Don P 
While you chickin' when you chasin' your how with hot tea 
Niggas flashin' that money like it's they

Lay the fibers side by side
And you'll begin to understand

I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's comin' for me
Comin' for me

Mm-mm (I

in a crowded league
Carefully besieging a negligent industry
Don't stick your hand out unless you is kin to Pete
Don't sing my blues even if you cast