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Homicide

Eminem

Homicide

of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school, "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't

feeling numb yeah you make me feel high like that
And when i know that we're through, but nothing can ever compare to you
Don't know what to do, you hate me

We got guns and and we got roses, we step like "uh la la"
N'fakt si nihet zoni, rahat-ta-ta-ta
We step like "uh la la", we step like "uh la la

With the song I write and the beat I ride 

(Do you wanna get high)

Like the sun in the sky 

Rolls into the moon at night 

All I need is you by my

I'm on the east side, east side, chillin' with the bros, I get super fried, super high
I get super fried, super high , LA
I'm on the east side, east

How to Survive in South Central [Boyz N the Hood]

Ice Cube

In the Movies

2007

witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
to witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
so you and your

Manifest/Outro

Fugees

The Score

1996

,
Jah rhastafari,
Christ, took a sip of the amaretto,
Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12
Disciples
Give me a clue who

Manifest

Fugees

Jackie Robinson Tribute: Stealing Home

1997

high, 
Jah Rhastafari, 
Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto, 
Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you twelve disciples 
Give me

They know we don't wait for nothing (send it up) up in this bitch
A nigga play we take his gun and shoot him with his shit
This bitch ain't got no

the gun, now I know what a slug is
I knew that I was the one, stood on a block with no fear
No pain, no gain, but you can't find a hope here

My homie steady

a gun, more than a knife
The tip of your tongue just glitter
Would the pain always win your gain? (Nah)
How could you bet? It's damn checkin' game

You Are on My Mind

Chicago

Group Portrait [4 CD]

1991

highs are very nice
But you are gone and nothing's quite the same
L.a. is so far away and I can't
Stand another day
Without you by my side
Keep

Summertime

Another Level

Another Level

1999

didn't know I'm on my way up
and I'll bet you I?ll arrive in the summer time!

(Its summer time)
And everybody on the westside is real high off the la

It's a Shame

Kris Kross

Totally Krossed Out

1992

Hey yo, here's a real scoop, homie Loc
Them fools around my way gettin' high off gun smoke
And I ain't talkin' about the high like Indo
The kind

high get your grades up
Don’t fear no baga tell em straight up
Paper focus on the paper
You ain’t shit if you no make am
Take the risk no contemplate am

let's leave now

I know, I know, the highs the lows, it comes it goes, say your goodbyes, hellos
Fighting for a freedom, yeah you'll never say you need

niggas that say they proud
But on the low wanna send me to the clouds
I see bitches they fake as fuck too
Set you up by another nigga crew
I get high

going for the Tony's
We would live and we die we drink to get high
And that's all that was promised
And it all goes by in the blink of an eye
Yeah it all

my kids and Ms. Cita, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her,

to bite you in the mother fucking ass
And like I said I've been waiting for this moment
More than you could ever think
Time to pull out my machine gun
Going

now
Go be in a fringe? You can go live
Im dying everyday but Im living in the moment
Put my Gun in your mouth cause I'm so horny
And then I blast that

you out of jail because I told you when to run
You packed a gun at the age of 13"
This vato knows everything about me but this guy I've never seen
So I

diamonds come by the carat
Can't believe la mama thought I was average
Tell the smoke Ima catchem in traffic 
I ain't sleeping till he rest in a casket

I smoke too much ganja
Marijuana
I roll with fonto but I'll take the graba
Indica, indica
Pop me some edibles an be high tomorrow
Yeah
Everywhere I go