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balling or something
But they ain't nowhere to be found
If I'm falling or something it kinda hurt
To see the ones you love so quick to diss you
My baby mama

Josie

Smut Peddlers

Porn Again

2001

had my brain on Josie the whole time we stroked
Days go by and E is like, she wants to chill

[Eon]
Yo you got that leak?

[Cage]
No doubt. Let's lace

ment baby...
You were hanging with cream, I was hanging with teens.
I saw you and your big guy, having it clean.
Never thougt you were gonna be mine

Da Weight Is Over

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

Believe it you gonna lie
Believe it you gonna ride
By the words that we speak
You gonna live or die

Like it's time for the real ones to step it up
Like

Got hit by my spine, yeah
Demons been in me, yeah, I
Keep it on my mind, yeah
2005 baby runnin' with niggas who fall in
I been through a lot, but I

a woman who knows,
That you can't judge a man by his clothes,
She's talkin' bout'... It's all overrr....

[Chorus X3]
fa fa fa fa far from over
fa fa fa fa

Frank shot Hoffa
Heard a loudmouth get u clipped by the bosses
A clouded mind never good for a king thinker
It's like your baby mom having you on jerry

round
Smack smack smack, he love the macaroni sound

Pipe down, I don't wanna hear a sound (nah)
That's this ass clapping, got cake by the pound
Now

Lookin' back on days when I felt good
Livin' life right now ain't what it once was
Changin' who I am, god damn I must've
Self love ain't as good

My name Bo and for those who dont know
I got a list of girls i wanna make love to
You see im not what these girls Want
Im what these girls Need
You

on the low, but you might be who I want
Baby, imma take you home and we gon' lay it down in the studio yea yea
Weee, weee, got, got
No time no time to waste,

Untitled

Rah Digga

Dirty Harriet

1999

on the strip, rep thugs on the street

Digga Digga, first name Rashia
Rock the mic crazy, wouldn't wanna be ya
Had a nice wing since my early teens
Now I'm grown

you through it
I done a lot of dirt I don't wanna see you do it
Just let me handle it if they try to get ya
I cross the line for my fam I hop Allah

And I'm shooting the Glock 9, no
Don't fuck with no cop cars
Talked to 12 shot ya'

And I punch his ass, leave his ass hotdogged
And I'm smoking on strong

for real
This shit be givin me chills im by my lonely
Cause all these rap niggas phoney
New niggas dare they won't clone me
Don't need no homies
I need

town Philly baby translatin' the zone
Kind of sore ontrapanour rocking this microphone
I get busy like Bone keep my whole syphere in harmony
Can it be

And Now for Something Completely Different

Funkoars

The Hip Hop Show

2005

down, By now you know our purpose is
To take this scene over, Who the fucks going to stop us
When half the cats that enter battles these days are

Don't Say a Word

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

try to keep quiet
Till you dropped off your label and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm

Hip Hop Bommi Bop [Bonus Track]

Die Toten Hosen

Opel Gang [Bonus Tracks]

1993

Schinken, eins mit Ei, Ei, Ei, Ei, Ei“

Check it out
They said the formula for feeling fine
Is to drink Bommerlunder all the time
So come on ya

(Hm)
It's PANIA, ohh

All they see is fast life 'cause I'm doing all this promo
You think know my lifestyle, don't judge by the photo
I'ma do me