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The Door

Corrosion of Conformity

Wiseblood

1996

purpose served
By staying aboard this runaway wreck
While you're losing is on the curve
Right there's the door

Don't knock little can't rock he's

Reason

Nas

Street's Disciple

2004

I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?

By the time

daddy. 

Baby now baby understand.
Jimmy looks good but he's a half a man.
Roy looks cool but he's oh so cold.
And then a big old junker gonna wreck

Reggae Bump Bump

R. Kelly

TP.3 Reloaded

2005

This is big!

Chi Twon girls have di badonkadonk (Oh!)
A-T-L junk in di trunk a bounce (Oh!)
Jamaican girls pat yuh front a clump (Come on!)
Miami

Tonight's da Night

Redman

Da Undaground Sound, Vol. 1: East Side

1996

know how we do

Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type

Truly Yours

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Road to the Riches

1989

to check to see if I wreck it 
The only record your man got is a jail record 
I know you like him a lot because he's a big shot 
The only picture you got

See Me...
Just a different kind of breed!

I'm going hard by any means 
Stack this paper with a lot of dreams
I'm praying these haters don't

heart
No dreams too big or too small, oh no

Yeah 
Look
Lonely singing in the rain but wouldn't trade it for the moments that I find most comforting

Yeah, Ricko
Trap, Uh
These ain't fufu' guns
Rockin' Air Force One's
We smokin' by the ton
Big Trap gon' get him gone
This shit be blowin' up
Uh fuck,

See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born
That a nigga like E should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now the year of code

Music Makes Me High

Afrika Bambaataa

Eastside

2003

to wreck the crew
 we be havin mad fun
 Niggas known me from day one
 lifestyles of the rich and shameless
 Violat'in they were even nameless

Verse 2

and I'm taking they shine 
Roll the gas up I got what you need different flavors have unlimited loud
Put it on the scale bussing down the bells sell em by

stupid you can tell by how i talk
Bitch i'm smoking too much weed got 8 ounces in my sock
Yeah my stick too fuckin big you can tell by how i walk
WAP that

on this stage by slow hand of impending disgrace. 
The big wheel keeps turning but I'm still learning to wind down on the way home. 
I'm out of the cold,

back in time,

[B.I.G.]

now i'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
risk it, rupt ur spleens, by the age

to see if I'm a G
Weighing 165 and I'm high till I fucking die
Thug Life in this motherfucker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But

spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood

Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up

to see if I'm a G
Weighing 165 and I'm high till I fucking die
Thug Life in this motherfucker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But

I hope you can feel the texture, dyslexia
That I can wreck, so I can enter
Imagin' your body like a pencil
The mic is my utensil
Stickin' the potent

dogs with big paws and big balls and  
Call them BDC right up in yo hoes draws and 
It's tomorrow and I'm hitting It til the morning 
Fuck it nigga I'm

Feels good cuz I'm slapping myself
Good is felt cuz I'm slapping myself
Scooting down the strip left wreck on the trail
Blame the big beat cuz I'm

basket
Turn it up and we wreck it
Wreck it and collect it
Checks getting messed on my little desk again
Made it through the fence
Maximum defense when

livid
Never pass numbers, unless we counting
One, two, three, four, five hundred thousand
I look at you, unremarkable
Big vest on, produce alpha particles

(Giggity giggity)
Not a buyer ima seller come get this shit (Tap in)
Damn, tryna smash off in a lamb by 12/21, might wreck it and dont give a damn (Skrrrr)