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Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

Puffin' on this indo (yeah, guess who's back)
in the studio with my partners out here (guess who's back, ah, yeah)
Pacific Heights in the house, know what

Biz Is Goin' Off

Biz Markie

Goin' Off

1988

pleasin'
I can turn it out without a doubt in any season
I entertain crowds, a million and thous'

Homeboys makin' noise, as I do browse through a girl's

my resolution been to call it quits 
Every time I think I'm out they pull me back into this shit 

Chorus:
Makin' makin' makin' makin' Makin' somethin'

Release

Pulse Legion

One Thing

1999

can realize the heart of rap recited by the Black
Eyed Peas, I'm a seize your income
And freeze all the competition and then some
I flip a show up in

Usually on the out
Watchin' lovers drown
Sleepin' so sound
Girls I shot down, like cupid, and bound I'd

Pull on the rope (Rope)
Makin' it hold tight

rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew

I'm a Rider

South Central Cartel

All Day Everyday

1997

the off-ramp bangin
Jesse Owens Park, neighborhood's out hangin
Glock on my hip, nigga, Westside gees
Easin through the breeze, spinnin on gold d's
Cavi-ass

and they started makin' homes outta stone
Showin' tribes around 'em how much they've grown
Yo I'm Norma at the end of the of start of civilization
I'm

see the tire marks left on the road
We got the opps playing tic tac toe
X 'em out damn I hit three in a row
10% tints I ain't seeing the road
I'm with

"Get out of my face" (my face)
I got a Glock and it's right by my waist (huh-huh)
If you try me I'll get you out the way (do-do)
She wanna know what

Bookie, and Sonny
Plus CJ keepin' it real
We're makin' it funny
Mark's the leader
Ain't no one bolder
With his rhymes so tight, he's takin' over
Pooh's

out by raising green like a Unovan witness
Off the Dome I spit, you'll crash like Masrani's copter
Concocted by Dr. Wu, You mocked Wuji on boxart

'em we throw 'em you shootin' we shootin you all should know better
I look out tha window they coming my nigga I'm ready for whatever
My nigga I'm ready

Back Up off Me

U.N.L.V.

Straight Out Tha Gutta

ya only lookin' for a way out
So back up off me

Chorus

Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But

that's a red flag (woo)
Jada out here still makin' Will look stupid (she is)
She said when he fuck her she don't like the way that he do it (aww)
I'm

now I'm keepin' my promises
That's who I'm rockin' with
Crossed by the snakes now I fly cross the continents
I need someone to humble me fore they gon'

and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go

up
Millions makin' the mountain, that's us
Dive in that bitch like Scrooge McDuck
Bomb weed for days years to be exact
We ain't never runnin' out
We

A few days 'fore he turned eighty
He was sitting out back in a rocker
He said, "What you been up to lately?"
I told him, "Chasing a dollar"

match
I wanna take another trip to the White house, and candance owens called, she say she wanna be white now
Go ahead bitch, we won't miss ya, have fun

with the gang
Got a Glock with a switch, it go bang
Put a knife on a Drac, it got fangs
Found a bitch, she too lame, she got Vans
Oh wait, I pull out my

Dancin', Shaggin' on the Boulevard

Alabama

Dancin' on the Boulevard

1997

Written by randy owen, teddy gentry, and greg fowler
Well the magic attic's where the music rolls
And the army-navy's got ol' jackie soul
Down

Hardball [Edit]

Lil Wayne

Hardball

2001

Strike three, ooh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this

same color as butter
When I ride by, niggaz be like damn I can't believe it's butter
Believe me dog I ain't never gotta spit
Iced-out grill that says