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shit only live life for me
Love my chick like a West side story
On my dick with a bitch on go
I might die by the time I'm forty
Live my life in the house

F.A.L.A.

Gang Starr

Hard to Earn

1994

and a grin
Parties try to rock me, chicks try to clock me
Niggas try to block me, but they can't stop me
I'm a bad man, understand where I come from

today, just left the house
Mom ill be back by 8, on a Friday night?
That doesn't sound right, uncaged the whip
And headed to somewhere legit
To pick up

me a glass, lemme pour you some 'nac
That's landy, but if you act right
By the end of the night you get the candy

That's me Popek Monster
Hello

Small chick with a fat ass
Did I say that out loud, let me backtrack
I know my game ain't that bad
Have you ever made out with a Gap ad?

mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth

and nightmares
Might scare the folks stuck in the day
But nothing to say
Well I'm way ahead by light years
So beware we keep the lights on
I want to write

away
I'm very glad I put you in my pocket
Before leaving my house today

Starts off as a classic story
Girl walks home alone
The Big Bad Wolf is hungry

alone
Paying for a house but I never feel home
Going through the life
I been feeling like a drone
Wanna see me silent
Better watch my tone
Fights breaks

eighteen years and
the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll
Her legend finally reached New York that Grove Street

stop
UAC, yo, we gotta be the sure shot

Now periodically I would see
Ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body, but

I Used to Love H.E.R.

Common

Resurrection

1994

stop
UAC, yo, we gotta be the sure shot

Now periodically I would see
Ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body, but

9th Inning

Missy Elliott

9th Inning

2012

I got a gift in it
(Yeah!) Fuck nigga, get fly
Nigga can't talk wit' a gun in the mouth
Niggas bitch up, bet they run in the house
I can smell

feel me begin the story

You see
Im poor but Im rich preach on
You understand me
Im lost but Im found preach on
I dont think you heard me
Up when Im down

freaky chick
Ride it like she hit a lick
Or fiend need a hit
Grab my balls
She put her hips in it
Looking nothing like a love story
Just a porn scene
Both

Niggas Bleed

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death

1997

Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think

Grand Hang Out

Fat Joe

Sweat [Clean]

2004

McDonald's when I move in packs
Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's
House longer than I-70, arise ten stories
And I still "Rob" niggas just like

bucket list 
Wit a hunnid whips
And a hunnid chicks
On a hunnid trips 
Yeah I wrote the shit
And I'm ashamed of it
I don't need that shit
I was just a kid

Harley hardly could ever really make it by
Going to school for psychology working part-time
As a jester bouncy house parties always smiles
Despite

bow'd,
So broken--all the story of his house.
His baby's death, her growing poverty,
How Philip put her little ones to school,
And kept them in it, his

What If

Nas

The Last Kiss

2009

if Malcolm was silent?
What if Martin was violent?
What if you could really "sneak an uzi on the island"?
Yeah
What if I made you kiss the nina?

of our children are silent instead
Of ice and of fire, the stories we write
We rise from the ashes, attack in the night
The kingdom forsaken, by fate may

drip on me
Eeya, I can't forget my history is her story, yeah
Being black, maybe that's the reason why they always mad
Yeah, they always mad, yeah

if Malcolm was silent?
What if Martin was violent?
What if you could really "sneak an uzi on the island"?
Yeah
What if I made you kiss the nina?