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Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles,
Let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin',
And my 8 album
Record execs wanna push the album way back
And hold back on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo did he say
Artist: Hot Boys f/ Baby
Album: Let 'Em Burn
Song: Do Whatcha Do
Typed by: CaTasHtRoPhE21@aol.com

[B.G.]
When I shine - I gatta shine right
My Roley
an opportune to play 
Flanked by ol' Stew and Trey
Cause there ain't no cure for suicide
Seven seconds after I dissolve into the fiery gates of hell
Locked
to retrieve seven digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home
But, when I got home I never did
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some
k By Thug Demand

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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin? 

(For real baby) 

And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all 



[Ol Dirty Bastard] 

I
wouldn't be able
Cause I'm the man with the hand that rocked the cradle, uhh
A lot of punk for the chunk baby that's a bet
Album number seven and we still
your title is seven 
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven 
By the twelfth well I'll go for self 
Rockin' New York like no one else 
You can
Step-by-step this is where I came from
7 Pounds, 6 ounces to graduation
Yeah, this place is in my veins, that's right

These are my stompin' grounds
A first kiss
fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you're fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you're a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
albums cost a fifth per track
And so your favorite band
They don't make that second album
Dropped by their label 'cause they can't pay it back

It
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin? 

(For real baby) 

And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all 



[Ol Dirty Bastard] 

I
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin? 

(For real baby) 

And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all 



[Ol Dirty Bastard] 

I
that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that’s right, where you check
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that’s right, where
[Big V]
One of them is fat and loud
second one is black and proud
Third one's drunk and wild
fourth one slip and slid
one of them is just shy
Bob- Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album,
and you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh,
or to yourself on Christmas Eve,
We 'bout to introduce the next millennium rap now
Pharoahe Monch (yea yea yea), Busta Rhymes (Uh huh uh huh)
That ol' bang your head shit (Right
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
You think Oakland California is a city of punks
It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
And just like that you know it's real
You're in the right
the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow