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Crooked Nigga Too [Raphael Saadiq Remix]

2Pac

Loyal to the Game

2004

us sober
Stop drinkin King Cobra, and niggas'll take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you)
Blame the Korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked

family ama tryna live it bright
Never in the the dark
Cause all I tryna do is live this life
(Yeah eh eh yeah)
Man all I tryna do is live this life
Not

say hope is in all us
I gotta speak on my faith
Damn I hope it recording
I, I moon walk like Jackson
They watch me get shackled for selling them birds

till I'm winning like Adele 
Carried by a trend there's no wind in your sails
Live on a set like I'm Christian I Bale
Levels when I do it I don't believe

possessions
I went out bought a gun with a extra clip
I'm so unbothered by all that woo rah and that petty shit yeah
Had to get a bag and peddle it
Use

not telling my bodies is stacking yeah
She like to take it real nasty
Chill in the whip and she hop in the back seat yeah
She want my kids like I'm

a proper free-for-all
When variety was
The spice of life you'd see
And not just a bucket from KFC
It was really all the rage
To be on the stage
The good old

Jesus
It's no longer I that live, it's Christ that lives within me
It's no longer I that live, it's Christ that lives within me
I died that day

On the scene niggas be PMSing
I'm a light work and I'm
Getting all great things
Came from a place
Where Pollution is the worst
Better yet why I wouldn't
Leave it

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house

It was twelve o'clock one

What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by

Machine Gun Funk

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die

1994

What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by

From the fire, staying in hotels funded by the Red Cross
I'll never forget that shit, wait till the check calls
And I'ma make a donation so fat it look

I'ma make a way, I'ma get the cake
Yeah you know I'm gon' be a boss
But I ain't tryin' to lose (ain't tryin' to lose)
I'm tryin' to get to it all
I ball

a failure even though I knew I wasn't 
Take all of the pain within and try to rise above it
Everyone is family and that's why I call you cuzzy
Took me time

in 
No Adele can’t sample this blow again   
Baby mamas say I know it all 
They too envovle 
Side bitch saying you a dog
Just gave a bitch Dick balls

Sing You Sinners

The Manhattan Transfer

Swing

1997

let it ring
Lift arms up to Heaven and sing
ring-a-ding
Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing
what a thing

Start with clappin' y'hands all about

And now I'm critically acclaimed by the clinically insane
Y'all can have rap back when I'm done finished with the game
But the ball's in my court and I

Yeah, uh-uh, uh, yeah
Uh, aye, uh
And live up, live up, live up
Aye, live up to your— uh-uh, yeah
It all originated in the basement
It all originated

a talent so you could just live through
All the struggles, causing you to sink (Uh)

Picking up the phone, you not my girl, why did you call me?
Asking If we

wanna touch you
I just wanna fuck around like I live in a cartoon
When the cops chase me, I always do a cartwheel
Then they shot at me but I dodge it

deeper 
Reminiscing days that I had it all together 
How life keeps sending all these jabs
How fear pinned my ass on it's laps 
 I'm affected by this

bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying,

the curb
Please address me as a king
Please address me as a sir

Watch my ego it get lethal
If I let that Nina buss
It be all up in your face
If you touching