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ask for a kiss
Swear ion want to be famous
Reporters will put me away if they knew what it was
Labeled up menaces
Yea we had Choppas and bodies was

ah oscar
At school put dope in the lockers now we got plates full of lobsters
I keep that stick right in the box but ion call it no boxer
They Playin

prolly stutter over some shit ion know
Fuck it let me kick my flavor doe
Light
Kickin flavaa Giuseppe steppin
Drippin' to my charger
Push the key-fob twice

Im from chiraq 
Ion give a fuck 
Where u from 

We on dat other shit 
Have dem goonies 
Kidnap ya mother bitch 
 
Stop play like 
U crazy 
U never did

mortar
Got her telling all her friends about this dick she a reporter
Ratchet bitch name toya just left Georgia
She got a only fans she like when i record

All the Critics in New York

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

trippin
Saggin as a pelle, smashin tape recorders
This is 187 on a new york reporter

"new york, new york"
"new york, new york"
"new york, new york"

All the Critics in New York [Edited]

Westside Connection

The Best of Westside Connection [Clean]

2007

me limpin'
Fuck you-N-I-T-why, I'm coast trippin'
Saggin' as a Pelle, smashin' tape recorders
This is 187 on a New York reporter

"New York, New

100 Bars

Canibus

2000 B.C. [Clean]

2000

in the cockpit 
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet 
With mercury ion rockets 

And a big ass "Canibus comin soon" poster on the side

forever, I want it all cant recall the last time I settled
Always want better
Debt whisper at my neck say my bones fettered
Nah ion een sweat trust a nigga

outstanding performers
Cappin' like gum ball machines they don't serve less than a quarter
Cake ‘n narcotics, Cnn
Aint talkin tv reporters
Got more drip than

get quarters
I get my own cash ion need no supporters
Ain't no break in news I just shot the reporter
Keep that tool issa glock
You a boat ima yacht
You

MD and she love it
Flew out my side chick from Kentucky
Ion even know nobody from Kentucky
Got this bitch believing my lies
I looked in this girl in

bitch louder, wet the bitch up better get a towel
You a reporter like Bruce Bower
I do ball like Bruce Bowen
I get big like Bruce Banner
If you want smoke

shoot em inna face
I got the rout wit the plug ion think you wanna race
Like how the fuck you gas ah nigga up an he on battery's
I'm like nah
I really

not a reporter 
I’m putting on for my son and my daughter  

Alll of the talking I’m silencing 
Smoke in my lungs I need oxygen 
Hit from the back

slinging that water 
They know I’m in traffic ain’t just a reporter
Ion know ya I’m taxing your order 
On boulevard right now with 10 bags of quarters
Ain’t

run up make it shoot
Don't let the devil feed you lies, he a liar he ain't the truth
Ion play guitar I like to Blow his top off playing flute
Me

DA and the
Court reporter And the investigator
Her name Was Victoria
Bitch She tried To fuck
My story Up But baby
You didn't Do shit
So I'm cool With

people in my circle
Never in my corner
I'm so indecisive so I flip a fuckin quarter
I see the hurricane I don't need a damn reporter
But how was I so blind

drank got me woozy
Ion een' gotta post dat I'm havin they see me
Been in pain for a year still be hoping I'm dreaming

Took a year off I'm back and I'm

hold a 
And these bitches ain’t really down Lois lane reporter
And yo bitch keep begging me not to record her
Pops was boss and I ain’t far from
The tree