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I Really Want to Show You

Nas

Born Again

1999

really wanna show you

I had the master plan
I'm in the Caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
They call him

Rap Game's Hijacked

Ice-T

VI: Return of the Real

1996

what's a fuckin' street hit
The shit's way off course
It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse
You go on tour, the white agency says

judgement reserved?
Does 'innocent till proven guilty' have any meaning at all
When you're alone in a police house surrounded by cops
being kicked around like

Yeah, signs on my face like I'm Post Malone
Yeah, I thought about you when I was home alone
Yeah, I wanna know the future, but I can't know
Hear

all of you get Salamanca’d
And it Yatahey comprende’ que pasa
A payaso do it for la raza
Picasso painting all the pictures in the pain
Take

on
Might take a life if he lookin' wrong
I'm feeling cold, yeah
Ain't got no home, yeah
Young nigga ain't got no heart
I was just tryna get outta

Tom Brady in the playoffs 
Like my heart heart I can’t take a day off
Oooooo
I hope you know this
Type type just focus on my focus 
Oooooo 
I hope you

Who's the Man

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

arrested again I won't get a B - O - N - D
I'd rather die then live life in the Penitentary
But these days you gotta be strapped
Even when I'm at home I

One winged angel I'm a beast on the mic
Take you to Suplex City yeah you sleeping tonight bitch
2Dimm coming with the flow you come to expect
The type

No Love From Oakland

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, also fine
Tryin' to get Short Dog all the time
I take what I want, you can keep

the shooter

[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion

can’t articulate
And my grammar’s bad
Why would you listen to me anyway?
Ok, I’ll admit, I’m the shit, you is
Nothing, you go home then, that’s fine

evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural

leave that microphone
I don't give a damn
If you're the fucking King of Sin
Cause I'm the best you sone of a bitch
I'll tell you once again
You spit cool

Or roller skate or catch the bus
There is a fence and a gate twisted by hand
There is a fig tree taller than you in Indiana
It will make you gasp
It might

a fact
You in 'The City Of Brotherly Slugs'
Home of all the gats
When the law make an arrest you take a rest
No cardiac
You ain't got the heart to attack

over again
Got a stack of cash
Pray tell what you wanted
When you were a child
I'll search the world to find it
Hot roadie dog
Makin' me go crazy
Side by

the zip, fuck the steak sauce
Seen him out, he got to runnin' home like it's baseball (phew-phew)

Bitch, if you ain't independent, stay yo' ass at home

the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging

to the world I tell ya, the minute the pillow hit my head

And I'll say again so you know
Will you take me, take me home?

walking the line, like Johnny Cash in your high
So you can hand it over in return get more time
Look deeper my homie, no excuses, man, you ain't blind

into the light
You'll risk all of our lives
Companions till we die
Are you out of your mind?
Welcome home
To repent your sins
To be burned again

You

mind, Big Murs?
Shit, the end of the world with a wife
At home I pretend is my girl
Did you take your meds today?
20 milligrams worth
But I'm still so

I'm Coming Home

Insane Clown Posse

The Riddle Box

1995

I'm Coming Home

I live my life in the gutter
And this gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my gutter
And I swear I won't ever leave again