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& saved by the bell

Aim good, flow sick
Reflex game quick
Murder the game, forsaking the fame
I'm feeling like John Wick
John Wick, John Wick
John Wick,

Stuck Up

Eve

Let There Be Eve...Ruff Ryder's First Lady

1999

fucking money ain't good enough
You got a nigga so sick I'm bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya (come on ma) I need ya (understand ma) I got to have

bitch come over here and light the fuckin tip
You already know I’m blowin bags I’m buyin Gucci Louie Prada Fendi anything yo bitch want she get it 
Sick

Yeah, I said I wanna turn my papers into papers and I know I cannot fold 
So that's why I gotta rap my dream, schooling y'all like a dean, these my goals

that we facin, yeah
So fuck yall if you really wanna hate then
So fuck yall if you really wanna hate then

I jam like MJ in space
Nod yo motherfuckin'

Save me from myself 
It’s detrimental 
Explaining how I felt 
On instrumental 
The way I did yo heart 
Was accidental 
But that ain’t all 
I could be

melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that

you ain't been consistent

Said I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing
You were still here

Said I'm so sick of love songs
So

Out The Hospital (Sick)



Reach A Million By December 

Off This Family Hustle (Grinding)



Pushing That 

Jeezy The Snowman 

Thru The Cold Winters

Hot Thing

Talib Kweli

Eardrum [Clean]

2007

fo' sho)

Yo, I love your country ass (damn)
I love your city sass (word)
I love how your normal ways, you catch so pretty fast
These dudes are

fo' sho)

Yo, I love your country ass (damn)
I love your city sass (word)
I love how your normal ways, you catch so pretty fast
These dudes are

surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?

[Hook]

Yo

Uhhm, to be honest

I don't fuckin' know what's going on right now

But, uhh

Yeah

I guess this is me

I guess this is who I am now 

So, uhh

this shit just
To keep them niggas in
I just need a lil bread bro
Tryna pay my momma hopefully get a kiss yo
This shit can really make you sick though
I

gone for good

[Instrumental Intermission]

I can walk and I can talk as well 
But this 3000ft walk will be the death of us all
So our eyes keep track

Bosshaftigkeit in jedes Ghetto, jedes Kuhdorf
Ich hab' 'ne Bewegung geprägt, so wie Jacko mit dem Moonwalk
Rapmusik ist Blutsport, wer den Mac kopiert, wird

I'm slept on but I keep on 
Now I'm so gone on another level 
That could wreck ya mental and I never settle 
Cuz the instrumental's so sentimental

and shit
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady

It's Game, sick in the brain
Sick as the day that I came
Hennessy runnin' through my veins, I load up the clip

She so sexy look at me and undress me 
Driving in that foreign car with my entourage yo girl text me 
She want to face time pretty dime piece 
She

some faith
Drank in my cup 
Not giving a fuck 
Feeling so stuck 
Turn to the drugs 
Fuck her so rough 
Smoke up the nugs 

Sick of the hate 
Give me some

3b3by3 Anthem (kpaa)
Mentwi ne bode3 so ne mu na action wob3te (kpaa)
Ei mehu wo akyi oo
Enti mafe wo Papa na kyea me3 (kpaa)
Herr mede bebom
S3 3y3 nkyea

Dreams

Cozz

Cozz & Effect

2014

Yeah, we all dream, nigga
Yeah, we're just tryna make sure they come through, feel me
Dreams of being rich, uh
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo

Always had

Yo
Sick of this shit
Come on
Come on got damnit
Tired of losin friends
I remember when I thought it was cool
To peel a nigga cap
Bring the butterfly

the remnant rising
Time for evangelizing
We are the chosen few
So what you gonna do
 
Heed the call
Heed the call
Heed the call
It's the sick that need