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a (Late night creep)
Mister telephone man when he what'nt with you
Bobby browny and Whitney, you found you a new edition
Right in the beginning it was

talk
Might mess my routine up
I can't stop speeding cuz I feel
Like they gone catch me
Been graduated everybody wanna test me
Thought you was one

Tell me what's real, I'm not one for the disguises
Keeping it clear, don't wanna test my violence

She said babe keep doing what you want
It's clear I'm

test drive if there's any
Oh I got plenty
I'm already smacked
I got tabs or this stem
If you could handle crack
Where it ends is this whole in the back

All of the man dem with me
Bobby this is not Whitney
Coco this is like CeeCee
Ciroc boy but I drink Baileys

And you know I look older
She told me
She

know how niggas end me
Fuck niggas, test my patience, we gon' give em wings

Smith and Wesson sound like Whitney when I make it sing
Since I keep

All of the man dem with me
Bobby this is not Whitney
Coco this is like CeeCee
Ciroc boy but I drink Baileys
And you know I look older
She told me
She

Pooh, you a fool for this one
Ha
Oh lord, Jetson made another one

Hah
Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I

Bitch, I'm in the kitchen
Whippin' white just like Whitney
You are not hard, you a hoe just like Britney
Tryna fuck a bad bitch
Think her name Dizzi
I'm in

and that's a blessing
Can you rock my world, I gotta test it
Need it all right now, but I ain't stressin', no
I leave 'em guessin', lethal weapon 
Smith

One of a Kind

Blackalicious

Quannum Spectrum

1999

as quite dope author 
Night stalker, Charlie Mann's my man 
Avid attic mic smoker out in Amsterdam 
Black Barishnykov with the gift to floss 
In fact you

"you're under arrest!"
And the judge would have him for a special guest
The d.a. will order a secret test
And stuff his pudgy little thumbs in the side

thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)

the running man 
N***** b*****s on the low, Juwanna Mann
I ain't no rapper i'm a hustler, you get it man 
We finna hop out with them switches out the mini van

smoke dope, I'm tryna…
Alright, fuck
Get money, smoke dope, I'm tryna keep busy
Drunk bitch you'd think she's off the port, but it's just Pink Whitney

Drama

Spice 1

1990-Sick

1995

sickle (damn!)

Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a fuck about you
As long

Yeah, Don

Big fat machine pon a idiot
Big fat machine pon a idiot
If a bwoy try test, then a mi dat
If a bwoy try test, then a mi dat
Big fat

Do You Know

Erick Sermon

Chilltown, New York

2004

happened to Michael
It happened to Bobby, it happened to Whitney, is y'all wit me?
Yo, things go wrong when there's no hit song
This chorus made for you

Whitney
You want dope and I sold him one fifty
I could blow, I just don't do the viddys
But I don't want the fame, niggas wierd
How you don't got a hit,

been too calm
Been busy fucking Whitney's and Brittany's busy at UConn
Might catch me at uhart
Oh no bitch don't you start
The game I got'll test bitch

You wearin' my jewels so why you love to flee
If I diamond test your man's it won't go beep beep beep
I be roadrunning solo nobody stepping on my

the beginning
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Imma treat you like a disney princess
A hear your voice is like Whitney Huston's
This shit is sweet like a vinyl old sound

me papi
We roll through the streets like we Whitney and Bobby
She told me be careful, the streets movin' wock
But I carry that Dej Loaf I dare you

(Oh I'm gon' shoot it if a nigga diss my cousin nigga)

(And fuck you nigga, you ain't wrong so you ain't fuckin' with us)

Yeah,I gotta put the mic