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And we surviving all this smoke(Blrrd)
Clam that you, posted up on that block, you ain't get active in a minute
Murder gang got some many troops, you

hit it from the back though
I don't fuck with no fat hoe (Nooo)
Money large like Fat Joe
Niggas saying that they got a strap, but I'm telling niggas

Celebrate

Talib Kweli

Celebrate

2012

(This song right here)
Ooh
Young Mula baby
That's right
Happy music, happy people
Happy people
Everything is alright
Everything is alright,

But that shit was a miss ha
NME still at top of the hit list
We still winning
While they steal lyrics
My pockets Fat Joe
I lean wit it
Heavy money

cadillac
Run it down, set it off, let it off, get back
Diss this twist, this is one of my flavas
Guerilla's, lions and tigers, they all of my neighbours

that are gritty
Fat Joe told you that the jealous ones envy
And the hungry ones be plottin in the cut by the plenty
In my close the thirty years, I have

chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)

The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito

How should I start this

I told shawty let's run it
If she keep it one hundred
Yeah you know how I'm coming
Put my dick in her stomach
Ooh
I told shawty let's run it
Yeah
I

of my fucking music
Run up choppa make you flip

Yeah im dying behind this shit
Im in love with fucking blicks
Every glock came with a switch

We don't

War Iz On [Featuring Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Layzie Bone]

Snoop Dogg

Thug Mentality 1999

1999

Behind that bush and when they roll by we jump out the bush make a push
Bustin' why they runnin' buckin' everything comin' murda why'all ain't said

countin up my cash

Step 4 don't start at step 1
Bitch take yo clothes off
1 night
I just did 3 shows
Just call me big goth
Her ass it's so damn fat dawg

ya brain
Pollute ya city cuz I spit that cooked cain
Thanks fat joe cuz you described us best
Now it's non stop packs look at this big mess
You left us

putting my bros in it 
Grew up with that Crack ain't no drugs just Fat Joe with it 
Wonder why this rap shit so good i'm putting my- 
Damn man son

keep the bread cuddy get it in by the bundle

I'm the caption man
Talking shit we gon smoke his pack up in Amsterdam
I'm the fashion man
You gon see me

Gra, Gra, TreMulaa wit the guyz feinin to oot
I'ma get it by any means, run it up before they take my life
Just give me some time to go get my mind

I got 99 problems
But a bitch is not one
So you not one
You know the code we live by
Doing anything to get by (oh yeah yeah yeah)
Tryna find love

Calling me in a middle of a session
Damn
Nigga's calling in the middle of a session
We still getting this shit done
This shit still bout to slap
No

I'm just tryna ball out & ball forever
Run it up w the gang we gon ball together
I'm just tryna ball out & ball forever
Run it up w the gang we gon

Ragtime

Run-D.M.C.

Tougher Than Leather

1988

go get Joe, and all the rhymes you made
And we'll go to the bank, and we call get paid!

Cruisin' down the block, in the sixty-six Olds
Girls are

tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their home-girl and run it?
She my spicy lil' mama (ooh-yeah), she let me bust her piñata

Try coming at me
I'll drop you faster than your ex lover
Yo watch yourself
This ain't the energy your used to
Try to run me over
I'll run right through

So you better run for cover when I up this bitch and pop it

Nigga know we slide
Up inside the coup like who got it?
All I know we ride
In case them

Chorus: 

The city never sleeps  

I’m blinded by the streetlights 

If it ain’t lootings, it’s shootings  

The drugs, it claimed so many in this

Saian

RZA

The World According to RZA

2003

out, grab a white bitch by her titties

Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol,