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Settle the Score

Lone Catalysts

Hip Hop

2000

a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that

rock out at a hotel
I'm thinkin Tupac K-Ci JoJo baby
How do you want it
I've been eyeing you up
But I can't get too attached
I'm in the fast lane
Too

gunning 
i aint got time but if time equals money 
then im spending mine making something out of nothing
yea 

Chorus
so get high if you want to
lie if you

Freeway

Ill Lit

I Need You

2004

stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,

the rose garden, silently run by the mortician, silently run by the radio station, silently run by the dancing dragon nightclub, silently run by the sleeping

listening to radio stars
On the way to edit the receipts of foreign wars
Itemising the profits of basically slave labour
For a salary itself hundreds of times

Freaky Thangs

Twista

Word of Mouf

2001

tell her style by the way that she walks
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels

sad to see, we a sinking ship
Look, life is what it is
You can become, what you believe
What you will get is what you give
You live by the gun you will

a drop, spin the block fast 
I get real dough, boy, but I'm not Cash
When I leave the house I know for sho I got my mask (baow)
I love to ice my bitch

Entity

Twiztid

Man's Myth, Vol. 1

2005

intercepted
By my radio, telling me to leave or I'd regret it
I got the fuck out quicker than jailbirds
Who got an early release, a credit
For having some time

hop
And climbin' out the tippity top
While screamin' everybody turn the rampant radio off, bruh
I have been doin' what I do
Why don't you go do what you

on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip

my losses
Need a big big bag when I leave my office
It's only good vibes I can't fuck with them crosses
Fuck niggas get crossed out often
If you rock

dat shit
Bro step out with the cleanest kicks
Way back then it was dusty sneaks
Now I pull up with the baddest b
She acts rude 
She gets left on seen

Lit off the potion
When I get rich wit mo ends
Glizzy I’m totin’
Like Ooooo
I wanna Sail Out like Jhene
Beat up the block, cement MMA
Hit up a villa

a word man
That's the loudest silence I've ever heard
A lot of times guys test him by trying to bug
He just leaves ring imprints all over their mug
He's

If I ever got to leave here by success
I wouldn't wait for you
I'd rather keep our thoughts in checkmate
And I've been hurting tryna pull
This out my

no gockingKilling niggas often
Smoke em out like Compton
Put one in his Noggin
We move like it’s Bompton
Boy I get it popping 
You gone get exhausted

Gangsta Lean

Clipse

Lord Willin'

2002

to leave her I just find out that it's cheaper to keep her
Plus she keep my thoughts deeper, really zonin' 
Like my Cali homie, 6-4 rollin'
Or them Deroit

Late night ride out to DC to just cop that good Indica
Might just keep goin' South, change my whole name, sign a new signature
I just wanna get away,

(AWKA this shit hard!)
(Sounds By DINO!)
Ayy
Had to tell the whole world we're makin it
Back then we can't leave no crumbs
Cause that's a point 5

get eclipsed
And then I star in the movie (LexNour)
Where the underdog leaves the
Wholе game straight confused
You think you rappin' with a
God, you

with some new flavors, yeah

Yeah
Don't ever say it to my face but I'm the nigga that they hate, yeah
(Looking clearer than a radio edit in this

twice
And we were Southbound and down with the wind
Blowing in our faces
We kept on rolling and pretty soon
The radio was cooking out a Haggard tune