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Have It Your Way

Birdman

Rich Gang [Best Buy Exclusive]

2013

for mine, nickels, dimes, choppers, .9s, .45s (what)
Went to prison, did my time (yeah), got back out and still I shine (OH)
This year is mine, nigga,

lost, lost, lost
Lost so please come and fly with me
I need you by my side with me
Cuz now I'm feeling lost, lost, lost, lost
Lost

Oh Mary oh Mary
Oh oh

If I take another one how I'ma feel right now
I'ma mix it with liquor it should've hit by now
Cause I can't seem to figure you out
She like the devil

something
You should've been here
Oh well you was fronting
Oh my God Finesse you really be dumping
SHUT THE FUCK UP
I thought you ain't like me
Try to put

[Eggs]
I, I think it's by Sasha Universe or somethin'?

[Xain]
Oh mate, you got any Jakarta?

[Billy]
Oh mate, do you know Synth and Strings?

[Adam]

You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,

The Shipment

The Coup

Steal This Album

right 

I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire 
More strikes than a teachin' staff's fight for pay hikes 
Like cleats wit' spikes I clings

Take that lightly
We'll make a movie out of you I'm Spike Lee
You'll win unlikely
My old bitch yo new don't excite me
It's only one me you can't copy
You

(F-bee, yeah) Oh, oh oh
Told her she can't get shit
At my place no more
You don't gotta work 'cause
Now that we rich
You don't gotta play safe no more
Got

director because I just shoot for the stars
Get it, shoot for the stars
And I ain't distracted by groupies and cars
Get in the booth, doing my part
Spitting

Who Knew

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

the hydrant
So you can't put your burnin' furniture out (oh my God, oh my God)
I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up
You want me to fix up lyrics
While our

Mía que quien and I'm up in the mix
If I ain't up in the 5
Then I'm driving the 6
Then you owe a couple thou' if
You step on my kicks
Trying ask me

mix-tape dropped who hot now, oh that's ya bitch the one I knocked down
Yea I'm a Fly nigga but this comp-town, disrespect the clique you get knocked up
If

K Dilla going full throttle, so clean
Nose to nose and blowing steam in a squabble
Oh for sure I don't need a role model
Hold and cling to themes

burring the match
Lighting up the gat
Making shit mix and match with a batch by getting my brick house semi detached
Much like Michael in contrast, I'm

dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh

I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his

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

talking about my smell 
Climbing to da top and I can do it by myself 
I'm above average and I know dat you can tell 
All da girls like me 
Haters wanna

many days
I just dey wait for your reply
I go like make you my wife
But She say she dey fear my type
Me I no go let am pass me by
O woah wo
Thought she's

Better late than never, see how Spike waited forever
These diamonds waited for pressure
Player club future endeavors
Too cold to go rock that leather
But

follow my program
Jamie with a fox bitch drive all of my bros ham
Red bottoms spike missed him the lead got him
No pencil or osha nigga a fed problem
Why

I stepped in and popped my shit I spent a quid on Amiri
Shit ten-ten I'm coppin' it I got these rocks in my earrings
I mix and blend, I'm off

Vegas

Bad Meets Evil

SHADYXV [Only @ Best Buy]

2014

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,

a leader and a student
Practice what I preach
Damn, I'm in too deep
Yea, all of these thoughts
This the first meet
Track spikes is steep
I lost my mind
I