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the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 am and I'm back
Up poppin' with the crew i just landed in
Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice

outta state
What you a nut case stay in ya place
Before you suffocate
Fuckin my mans wife oh on the low 
But yo he didnt know silly hoe 
Told ya so bro

ride, holmes
Stomp a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on

(Hit 'em up) peace up, (hit 'em up) A-Town down 
(Hit 'em up) peace up, (hit 'em up)

I Ain't Havin' That

Heltah Skeltah

Boot Camp Clik's Greatest Hits: Basic Training

2000

and dedicated semi under rated fuck it to me dated by a wip ass 
You niggaz lick ass we blast gas pletal freak mass 
Doin the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash

so you know I gotta stay low (hot)
Quavo told me, "Trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo"
You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet

across her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin' up the jurors (Damn!)
Don't name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push 'em (Bam!)
Y'all just pussy, get

got me constantly smoking
My role model was a cold bottle of OE
Surrounded by my closest homies
But nobody knows me
I pray to God it ain't easy
Half

shine
Figaro on the low, let thеse niggas know
Boss Dogg, boss paw, just to let 'em know
When I came through the door
I bang with the four
Motherfucker,

low
Moses by the sea
The warden has got the key
Aint't God flying low
She's afraid 
In the bed
She's afraid
In the bed

Kittens in the trees
Sinister

low
Moses by the sea
The warden has got the key
Aint't God flying low
She's afraid 
In the bed
She's afraid
In the bed

Kittens in the trees
Sinister

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song

Check it

the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo

My niggas rolling

one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them

one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them

Riding round town with the green light
Go
Still don't stop for the red light
Nope
Two chrome nines You can get popped
Yuhh
Don't move wrong or you

Can't Get Enough of It

General Grant

Hell on Earth

1996

the rough shit, grenade lyrics 
My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual 
For every dollar gotta nigga's blood chiseled, the slug sizzle 
Pistol-whip tight,

my well being
I used to hurry up and sell fee (2 for 5!)
Like I ain't worried for the jail scene (fuck cops)
'Til I got knocked, yeah observed in my

Gotta keep your head in the clouds
Yeah
Hold up, ladies and gents
I'm moving two-faced like Harvey Dent
Turn the other cheek when you see me vent
Got

Gotta keep ya head in the clouds
Yeah
Hold up, ladies and gents
I’m moving two-faced like Harvey Dent
Turn the other cheek when you see me vent
Got

I Ain't Havin' That

Heltah Skeltah

Magnum Force

1998

and dedicated semi under rated fuck it to me dated by a wip ass 
You niggaz lick ass we blast gas pletal freak mass 
Doin the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash

the majors it's proof
Skepta with the ganja, salute
Represent for my mama, stay true
Gotta get it for low and the flip too
Flatbush in the news, cops killed

the Stage
It Manipulate y'all Mind for the Money, that booty so Ju, Ju-ju Jumpy
Ass Cocked like a Pistol by way She make it Wiggle
Left ass Cheek, Right Cheek

capiton

I don't need to lay low

Bitch I'm capitan



I might write her off with no pencil
I might shoot a load with no pistol



Weasel with the brawn

clip a1
Hey shit lit by the way new whip by the way new bitch by the way a1

Here take this Hundred run in the spot and tell em to chef you this BOA