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Time to Shine

Mona Lisa

Don't Be a Menace to South Central While You're Drinking Your Juice in the Hood

1996

the click! whooooo 

[Verse One: Lil' Kim ]
Blessed by the God so I be the Earths 
Queen Bee Bitch Poppa keep my rich 
In gun tottin' keep floatin' in

you've checked in
You ain't checkin out

Hope that I'll never be caught by whoever's hokage though
That's why you know that I'm knockin on wood release

those Coroner's got Body
Cor, Coroner's got Body Bags
Getting News alerts, on My cell Phone of casualties
(I'm) turning blue in the face, Convincing

but Everyone, that stands by idle,
Y'all play a part in This (Dang!)

Coroner's got Body Bags on Back Order
Overcompensating for the self-hate
so they

sitting in that hall by the kitchen
Rocket up that second flight, I'm a man on a mission
Her door open, seen my sister in the fetal position
Now nothing was

I live with regrets
Of the sins I commit
And things I neglect
Considering bitter revenge
As I sit in my bed
And wish to be blessed by the vicar

and cow-like and dead-eyed
And nonhuman they seem in the checkout line
Or at how annoying and rude it
Is that people are talking
Loudly on cell phones in

the milk and the bacon

Try not to eat bacon, avoid satan unless your in hell
Judge the herb the trichome and then by the smell

Don't end up in a cell cause

she believe her lies
Can't clean yo past with that shit made to sanitize
But even I wish I could when I fantasize
So do yo do yo do yo thang girl
Run yo

by
No I cant, no I can’t 
let you pass me by

it can all be over in a second 
things on my mind now you really got me thinking
cuz I swear in my eyes

I might end in a cell alone, dead or broke.
Might turn to selling methadone
Cause doobie truly tells
Me that the bars don't matter
If no one really

Girls in their heels and a skinny pair of blue jeans|Boys in black pearl buttons lookin just like Springsteen|Momma says why you wanna play in

So I channel beast when I rip apart these beats to their cells, yeah

And I need a yearbook for my past, present, current, future events
'Cause I spent

They did a three-man weeve
And it's three white guys
And their rap group name is
3 Y T
That's amazing
That is amazing, let's...
Hard for man to care

Paradigm and Paragon
Lie side by side, they rest in peace
Waiting for the trumpet that will split their sleep
Prising open their deaf ears
And the light

Southern Hospitality

Peter Kent

Sub Urban

2002

blowing Dirty South bread
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me

boys
But girls will be women
Boys will be, boys will be
Boys will be, boys will be boys
But girls will be women

If you're offended by this song

Shattered

Dropkick Murphys

The Meanest of Times

2007

on break their word

Dad's never home, he says he's working over time
Meanwhile Mommy's head's in the sand she thinks everything is fine
She says "Now

Yeah!
I'll start by saying the last thing I wrote

Today my words find their own voice
Today anyone is someone to love
Today I'm taking all I lose

Yeah, I get it
So I see some artists complain about people all in their (business)
And they go and post twit-pics like it's their (business)
If

crushing on you
I've been crushing on you
And you and you too

Been crushing on Miss Mulatto
Girl, you hotter than summer in Colorado
I just wanna cuff you

pearls in
Philipplien, we stepping on their earning

No F but I wear Fendi
Loubs stepping out looking trendy

Pockets always fat, never empty
She gave me

Not Your Little Girl
What do they say about changing the locks?
I’ve got a few more ways to get in.
What do they say when the parrots hit the wall?

And the newspapers too

And girls are on their knees
In bathrooms
Fumbling with his
Zipper
Pulling back his white
Tight underwear

The parents started setting their