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N 2 Gether Now

Method Man

Break Stuff [Import CD Single]

2000

the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the fuck up)

I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills
Over

the color blue
While I'm pursuing the music and the mic
I'm losing the fight
Moving tonight
Reciting my writings
Avoiding the white light by suicide
It's you

own all the gates
All of my niggas get money today
All of your niggas, well, they gotta' wait
I'm top dog, ball hog, all hit catalog, I run, you jog,

did it?
How you claim to be a rapper when you don't rap?
You have no tracks
You sound like a white Kodak
Fuck that!
We don't need another one of those

Bia' Bia'

Too Short

Put Yo Hood Up

2001

Mindin' yo' business, they grabbed you by yo' collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye 'cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might

you rappers all whack
Can't go without mentioning drugs on a track
You niggas be stupid get up on yo act, ay
I'm tired of you niggas
Say you would run

me messiah 
I can't get no higher (Higher)
Back on track we switch lanes (Lanes) 
Demon gang baring fangs (Fangs)
I ain't got nothing to say (Say)
You

P.A. On The Track
You Bettah Play That
Shit, shouout to the entire whole fuckin crew
Because i always miss a few
Look
Ima tell you off top to come

My Ballz

Eminem

The Longest Yard [Clean]

2005

the ball to Swift
But he's so god dang high that he's trips
Falls and slips, Proof grabs it by the fingertips
And runs the ball all the way down

and fools
Think it's the right path that you're going down
And it all goes to hell when the clock runs out

Love isn't the only rule
When you're surrounded by

at
So dope with the raps that you
Feel like you smoked a bag
Every time I approach the track
It's the Nerve and the Chill
And we murder bills like Kim

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

When I indie car 
And I mash on the track 
I run my race
For my Dad on the map
And I pace myself 
Double lapping my past
Double lapping my past 
If it's

right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler

Ol Skool

Jeremih

Girl Disrupted

2017

the seasons
Winter, spring, summer, fall

If I throw it back just like a old school
Can you take it back just like a old school track
If I throw it back

von Däniken couldn't even question my history
Been spittin' like I was an M16
You might wanna run and take cover when I'm lettin' go another
Send

actually got Javon in the studio too
But it's different, ugh

Ugh!
Hold on, back on track
Told y'all fuck niggas run that back
Told that bih gon and run that

Still keep me on this track
Still keep me on this track
Don't take me off (I got you, Chuck)
Say the test is being at your best
The curse is living

right
Off of the track

There you go again
Out of the cave into the freezing flame
There you go again
There you go in the media, insane

Now is there

Manchester yet? I can't quite tell
Too blinded by our happiness, signs don't compel
Are we in Manchester yet? Who even knows
I've lost track of the road,

shot burst
I'm a motherfucking heat seeking missile seeking you

And though this track is brought to you by my homie Prod J it's still all about my

You can run, but we're coming bold as a lion
You can run, but we come bold as a lion 
You can run, but we're coming bold as a lion
You can run, but

will worship you
Until my lungs run out of breath
I will worship you
Lord forever with no regret, ooo
So I’ll decide to live by your word
And I will hold

to Puritan
Yae Made Doc
What up doe
Let’s get this chicken up
All we do is run it up
Hit the bar and tear it up
Henny in a double cup
If you getting real money