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My momma
Had the toughest decision
Let my uncle go to jail
For what he did to me
Have my dad's side hate her
For an eternity
Or let it hang behind

you can try me over hype me
Put the time in if you got it 
Well I'm Nick James Bih
Stay in ya lane fixed 
Well I cop a coupe to hov a lane in 
Make

Yeah Laurenivich (look, down there)
It's that Czarface shit
Murderous wordplay
My verbs slay
Ya heard me
Yo, yo, let's go

More rings the Mario Elie

6 Foot 7 Foot

Lil Wayne

6 Foot 7 Foot

2010

day and tomorrow
But these mu'fuckers talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall,

niggas
Straight-up hesitate the fuck
With this ‘cause, To fuck with me
You'll get the gun kiss blao! Niggas is
Plowed out, niggas assed-out
Passed out when

Gimme a sign ‘O the times
Let me know right away
So we can do it again

Just gimme those pretty kisses, oh my gosh
Just kiss me
Just gimme those pretty

a shrooms 
Trip off the coke sniff 
Yeah I'm copin 
Boutta drop the drugs 
Hug a tree 
You know 
Let it know 
It means a lot 
Cuz what it does for me

They be kissing on the boy mistletoe
Of course my hood love me I'm official hoe
In case you forgot I'm here to let you know
Negus puffing synthetics

asses
You thicker than molasses
Let me straighten up my glasses
Is you gone help me pass these classes?
She the QB, I'm catching all her passes
And It

and dance away
She call me by ma name no bag a nick'
She gimme good love de tighter grip
Wen she hold me close I cya resist
I kiss her on her lips and tell

I Get It On

Timbaland

Tim's Bio

1998

And then pretend ya gettin' old 
Nigga, we let you know, diamond district 
Platinum Rolex's with the chips in it 
Money to burn, nigga when will you learn

td up 

Bring me a lil piece lil mamas 
 We kould eat up
I kould get yu ya lil bag 
If you feed da trust 
Ion wan no hoe wit mileage 
Sun like 3 and up

time well spent
Smokin' on a nick, a dime well spent
You know I'm out here
We ain't doin' no crimes
But you know I do what I gotta do to get by

For

ya real nigga no vouch wanted
Yo past ain’t in discussion of who had you I now flaunt it
So what’s hannin wid it
You let me cram the first night I

I'm Mad

EPMD

Business as Usual

1990

Parrish Smith] 

I could act foolish, start blasting. Ha ha ha ha, now who's laughing? 
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me

you found me in the nick of time
Cuz I like da dip in da hood
Wood grip in da hood
You ain't messing with a rookie AP in da hood
Ain't by no games
I do

lock
Let you sit up on my lap let me know what's on ya list
And if you bad enough I might put it on ya wrist

Tell Santa roll it up its a vibe
Da swisher

twisted around now you tryna spin
c few girls let you down by tryna hook up with ya friends
With no father to teach you and mama working 
So the closest

Let’s talk about everything you and me
Let’s talk about you
I really want to
Let’s talk about me
And how I want you so badly
Let’s talk about him
Let’s

they'll never know ah
I watch and let it unfold, I ain't got no control nah nah

She feeling me
I bless her with ease
She begging me please
Baby come see

you like what you see
move, groove, proove
You can handle me
By the looks I got you
Shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seatbelt,
It's time for

Commander Kev we taking off
Who the pilot Ooh its nick
Thats my brother till the end
You fuck wit me You fuck w him
We got each others backs I kno he always

the JC *uh* Penny
Let me take you out to Dumbo, get a mani pedi
Ain't concerned with your boo, that motherfuker petty
And when ya need your time, you know

touch and ya kiss Don't run now girl you know what this is
Got me all in my feelings and shit
Now let's wind it down
Lay up on the sofa
Real time to get