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face like nose cartilage, you
So far below par, I need sonar, no
Coast guard, I do morose harm, like a snow storm
I’m
Instrumental, disrespectful; I’mma

didn't hit the ground, we refueled in mid air
And the trees couldn't make a sound with no witness when they fell
The tipping of the scale was weighted by

(verse 1)
A nigga just sitting in the crib with instrumentals
Watching rain droplets hit against the window
Pretending like I’m the big fish in

I'm a bad MF 
Imma catalyst 
Gotta wicked sense of urgency to kill again 
Bleed swine dry 
That's a stuck pig 
Dead by design and my trust thin 
Led

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West Coast Gangstas

South Central Cartel

All Day Everyday

1997

a fuckin' slug in your temple
Yeah
 
Chorus: L.V. & PRODEJE

The West Coast Gangstas still O.G.'s
Sportin' khakis and Chucks and B.V.T's.
Swervin through your

The Chosen

Don Omar

iDon

2009

Welcome to idon.Com 
Hyde, uploade the session
Uploading
Deezel sequence to instrumental
Phase one 
He will now experience an astonishing rate

me
I'm falling
Victim betrayed by the sea



[Part VI - Scylla and Charybdis]

[a) Gulf of Doom]
[b) Drifting Home]

[instrumental]



[Part VII -

Think It's A Game

Jay-Z

The Reason

2001

for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope

Fake friends all around me I
Don't trust these niggas I'm all
By myself I'm all by myself
Fake friends all around me I
Don't trust these niggas I'm

supposed to be
then I'll hear that phone  ringing...

And I get them Procrastination blues

V3
yesterday, 
checking one by one
going through 
promises I made

Disorientation
The loss of contact
Instrumental malfunction
As the flight path defects.
"Don't come after me"
"Don't come after me"
One by one they've gone
From

Musta Got Lost

J. Geils Band

Blow Your Face Out

1976

Every now and then we do get desperate

This is a song about L-O-V-E, 
And if you abuse it you're gonna lose it 
And if you lose it you're gonna 'buse

bitch regular
Twenty-five cent won't get you nowhere
If you eat me you ain't coming up for no air
Bubblegum king
I swear to God I got no heir
You hoes mad

right beside 'em
I'm S5, fifth drivin' out the sunroof
Clique flyin' while my niggas stick-shift
And try and switch irons he was trippin'
Gear shift

hovno
Hmm a bolo to vážne hovno
Po ceste zdutý domov som počúval svoj detský rap
V 13tich som chcel mať hlas ako 50 Cent
V štvrtej bráne býval tučný

Ball buster ten cent Jane
Dead soldier in a picture frame          
Behind the sticks in the red
Under the table over his head   
Sucky sucky bang

Mm
Oh
It was 3 AM
Oh
And I remember
I remember
I remember it was 3 AM
Didn't have no damn sense of where I was
Didn't have no damn cents couldn't

chat
But I don't think it's gonna stop
Still going going by the name "Ziploc"
5 blows going everywhere still 'gon pop
I just pay in a hope that I don't

trip talking slick (talking slick)
Whole team stay fresh to death (fresh)
Hoes still won't get a cent (not a cent)
I've been working overtime (overtime)

change your style
Lie down and bend over
Bad man like casanova
Bad girl wanna ride me like range rover
(Verse 3: Matty Cent)
Thirty Five K for the nigga

Aye yeah, shawty how you been
On a scale from 1 to 5
You know you a perfect 10
I can't lie I want you bad
Yeah so bad I can't pretend
Make a, pray

still saying he ain't tell
That don't make sense, make that make sense
It was tax on the drink, I need 8 cents
I gave her Pepto-Bismol and it made her