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what we gon' die by (Dip-Set)
So these rules I abide by
I'm duckin' shots on a driveby, finger the cops, yeah when they ride by
(Byrdgang!)
Squally, is

Beat drops and I try to
Get a clap goingBlank stares
Like these kids have never seen a rap show
This is Yale
Guess they've never seen a rap show
If I

to
Get a new Rollie and go out and skate
Billionaire looking my way I'm on pace
Feeling like Donald Trump back in the day
Don't beef with no rapper it's

played shows that were so packed

Won't break ‘til I hear that bone snap
Won't quit ‘til I'm as dope as
George Jones, Boz Scaggs
I'm a Rolling Stone, topaz

357

Cam'ron

Confessions of Fire

1998

a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich

tonight
(Let's get it)

Yo, I can write rhymes in my phone and sell it on eBay
I moved up like George, ayo Weezy (hahahaha)
My punchlines hit like

and kaboom
So just assume to these MF'ers I'm DOOM
On the day that I was born I wrote M-E-F in the womb
That was crazy, my mama's baby, my papa's maybe

Dummy Up

Frank Zappa

Roxy & Elsewhere

1974

the mornin'
You know, I dig this mornin'
The sun is shinin' bright
I'm gonna get outside
Gonna wash my face
Grab my hat
Put it on my head
I take a walk downtown

Fresher Than Ever

Young Money

Rise of an Empire [Clean]

2014

Yea, man we came from the bottom
Stunna told me get these n****s so I got em!
Man these women treat you different when you popping
Well I ain't

me blush
My heart is now on a rush
To get close to yours and steal it from me
I'm Davy Jones and you are my sea

I'm Davy Jones and you are my sea!
I

ain't 'round then smile in your presence
I'm a child of the essence so my morals is different
Took big steps to get here, my euro was different
Check

Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she

I do not wish to be remembered
Like this, George
With them, George
My hem, George
Three inches off the ground
And then this monkey
And these

Know What I'm Sayin'

Bright Eyes

Who Is Mike Jones? [Bonus Screwed & Chopped Disc]

2005

of that six figure shit,
that live and die by the trigger shit,
that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
want to fuck with me get a bigger clique,

you music to get your shit together by

Funk, the P-Preparation
The prune juice of the mind
A mental, musical bowel movement
Groove-lax
One swipe,

'Cuz I'm leaving
Mr. Jones County
He's as Stuck on these roads
As the painted white lines
I'm flying by
Mr. Jones County
And that crown he wears
Is only

I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I

I'm just, Tryna Get my life, Right
It's a curfew, We can't Come out at, Night like
I'm trying to, Get my Money & my, Mind right
Cause I sleep, By day

not lie, 'cause there's days where I'm tired
But I'm on my rise, staying fueled by desire
Open your eyes, let the world become brighter
Now is the time

like a fitty
I'm anti-social
I don't wanna motherfuckin' fit in
Say you gon' ride then get it
I can't perform
I can't get my motherfuckin' Blicky
These

Confessions

Cam'ron

Confessions of Fire

1998

I just have these dreeeamz, and you know

Verse 1

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo father, where you want to start
How I love ladies
Or how I'm slug

walls
Shuffling around
As the future trickled down
And I was thinking when the tunnel lost its light
George Romero got flesh right

Bite it off so easy

Ha, I got the magic, baby
(Ha) , call me "George Lucas" (Lucas)
I'm so prolific, but the flow so foolish
These niggas making moves my
Niggas making

paper, forwards, backwards & sideways
I been a solo nigga ever since my younger days
Therefore, I drank by myself, smoke by myself
Plus, fuck all your hoes