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dice
This nigga trippin', speakin' on my gang
He must be smokin' spikes
We had the drop on every whip he drive
We caught him at that light
(And I got

Is harm and misery
In mysteries

Medicine oh medicine
Mess with me
You might mix up my dose
Coz I could be
Poisonous
For us both
Medicine oh medicine

an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit

Ah, come get it
Alright
The pretty club girls, they look so fine
But you don't wanna mix your damn desire
If you wanna try then get it
Ah, bitch, come

street nigga
I ain't with that sucka shit
You wanna fuck the clique cause my team on?
Owner tryin to put us out
Cause our weed strong
All in the club, but

(Huh?)
Live my best life?
Never heard about it, nigga this a test drive 
Meaning opportunity won't get by me
Heavily applying, crisp and nicely
Freshly fit

The paper got my back shit spilling out my pants
Cash dancing on her ass mix the money with the gas
Uh Told on LIL bro now we sliding to your aunts

Trap or Die

Bun B

Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 [Snowman Deluxe Edition]

2005

(ayy)

Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh

(ayy)

Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh

Crash the Party

Smilez & Southstar

Crash the Party

2002

the gates and doors, let the games begin
Givin' it up yeah cause I spike the gin
??? Sunday confess my sins
Wake up on Monday, ya be at it again
From now

after the holidays
Hope I made him laugh while he fightin' for his freedom
Know it's free my nigga Casanova 'til they free him (oh yeah)
(Is it okay if

feeling I want sexual healing
Sexual healing makes me feel so fine
Oh, baby helps to relieve my mind
Let me show you

Ain't no lover like the one I got
I

I'm okay
I don't pop out for the club, I'm in my head, I overthink
Fill my cup up with that mud and roll my woodies by the trace
They always ask me

movin'!
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay; right?

Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
And I

adieu, and roller coaster right by your side
My love for you is right by your side by Sade, but the remix that was cultivated by P and Chad
Oh you never

the club looking mad and pissed
Cause I got a classy chick and I ain't have to flash my wrist
She got a job and whip, school on a scholarship
Still go to war

the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin
From New York to Miami by ten
I think I'm ready to go
Hot, every time that we hit up our spot

Read These Nikes

Geto Boys

Grip It! On That Other Level

1989

(Oh my goodness!)
(Hit it)

Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict
Somebody finna get they ass kicked
If you ain't down with the Geto Boys

the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin
From New York to Miami by ten
I think I'm ready to go
High, every time that we hit up our

ya hair spike cause you feel son
I’m trying invade ya’ll by the millions 
I say these bars without prejudice 
From all of your bars I’m incredulous
Me

some real ass niggaz
We know them
No be by rubs

Fuck around wife a thot
My nigga no way
Selling that dope
My DNA cocaine
Yeah turn my fucking back

chicks and get some digit's
And the DJ's playing them hit's
"Oh, this my jam! This my shit!
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus

Khalid (yeah)

100% she can do a 360 on it 


Oh

My bad Lil baby 

She Bad bad like Riri

I’m high off the ceiling 

Jump man ina building 


Jordan

Why Why Why

RZA

The Saga Continues

2017

haha
But from my view, these wizards need some pampering
Not a mere mix dilutin' and tampering with the essence
Leavin' em with a lack of substance