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Without Me

Eminem

The Eminem Show

2002

get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow

Barrakka
I'm dead to the flesh like Cobain to Nirvana
You got a death wish
Let me blow your mind
Blow your mind
Straight to your head click
Maybe it's your

wall paper
(Wall paper)
If you don't mind you can put my song as your ring tone
(Ring tone yeah)
Enjoy my music like cartoon I say this one na flintstone

of mind, are you sick?
'Round here main way to provide for your kin
Is in a flick blade, little push bike and a SIM
In London a place where it's nicer

Im a pro that's about to be found
You can roll that in your rizla blow it out 
I'm the speaker heres the sound turn it loud 
Who you think you

you by my side because your love I can't find
Feel like I'm trapped inside a dream because I can't leave my mind
Oh
Oh

Over heads like Frederic Weis I’m Vince Carter
My pens sharper than getting hit by 6 archers
A sick author, your shit’s fragile I hit harder

Livin' in this capital of mind
With all the shit 'nuff the blow your mind
Ain't no afraid, we gon' stay fly
So what's up, the upcomers
Livin' in this

Shortie Like Mine

Johnta Austin

The Price of Fame

2006

to the rhythm of a hi-hat 
She got a beautiful mind, you can't buy that (uh-uh)
And the sight of her behind when she walk on by
Make a nigga wanna try that

I wanna get down with you, boy you so damn fine
All i want is you, and give you all my time
I wanna get unda you, baby, blow my fuckin mind
I wanna

Ruth's Chris steak is on your plate
Ride with me why would you wait
This a tsunami not a wave
It always feels like its the Spring
By the way I make it rain

through your window pane
I'm insane
One shot could leave 'em senseless
Marlon Wayans
Psychiatrist can't restrain the mind
Of a sick patient
Spray

I blow your brain again
Show you what you came for
I'm so glad you came
I'm so glad you came
Can I blow your brain again
Show you what you came for

YOUNG GUNZ LYRICS

"No Better Love"

[Young Chris + Neef Talking]
Where the ladies
You can feel me
I wanna be your mother, your father
Your brother,

fuck with the workers that work 40 pull out the 40 they work that magic like Chris Angel
She fucked me up raw dogging not talking vaginal
Niggas gon blow

to a clock don't mean your time is near
Full plate of ass whooping, got enough to share
And if you want a piece, then I'ma put my foot in your rear
Haahn!
I'm

Chris hit my line
I pick it up and share successes so he know that I'm fine
Never trippin' off your placement, not stagnant and not complacent
Crime rate

his name
Got a twin glock to that nigga brain
It's family feud it's that type of game
I'm at your shit like a side by
I'm at your shit like a driveby
He

lotta shit man, shoot at your mans Never tell me that I can't do shit, I can't

I just did it all, like fuck what you can't Do, pull up with two shawties

Verse 1
Met you in a sad city, you made it a little brighter
taken in by your pretty smile.
Now I'm in a mad city, I still feel your fire,
reaching

bro hola bonjour
On this music ting I'm gonna blow like I'm on flute 

cll these people blow enough breeze like a monsoon 
We had people selling us

Caught a brand new vibe
Brought a new sound
Had to touch blood
Homie we with cut now
No shortcuts where we been through
I was out my mind I had

A God - Chris Tsuanna / Mr J

Composed by :  Chris Tsuanna / Mr J

Lyrics by:Chris Tsuanna / Mr J

Produced by :Master Genius


Verse 
Y’all thinking

Someone please help
It's stuck in my head
You used to blow up my phone all of the time
What the hell changed
I'm feeling lonely this state of my mind
Fuck