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the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt

Baby got back (L.A. face with the Oakland booty)
Baby

Soulja Boy thought bro was Ice Cube
How he on the road with boy
This ain't daycare in the whip
But we holding toys
Big pape on us, the check 'bout long

ain't gon' let 'em use me
I done put her heart inside my pocket, I ain't gon' never lose it
I done had to stand in front of the judge, and tell him I'm

Back to Back

Drake

Back to Back

to back
Yeah, I'm goin' back to back
I don't wanna hear about this ever again
Not even when she tell 'em that they better as friends
Not even when you

on me, u get stuck like a tack
Mini me, u could rly get wacked
Swag jack, i could neva do dat
Shot ya mans, he was posted on lack
Drive by, shot that boy

to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my

Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything

I come through smellin' like sex
Ain't no tellin', I flex
Fuck that, tell 'em I'm next
Bank emailin' my checks
ShadeRoom, tell 'em I flex
You

for the others because

Maybe there's no gray and I was wrong to tell 'em so
And maybe all that I've to do was done a long time ago

'Cause there was

Flip the Script

Gang Starr

Daily Operation

1992

Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed
By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes
He'd best behave, or I`ma send him a wave
Of some

, fuck that... My boys go harder
Shouts out to Big Duke, Mingo & Lil Carter
That's some of the hardest niggas that I can tell you bout
The rest of my

all that I trust
In house studio bitch I ain't need the lights
I rap up in a dark corner every single fucking night
Cars stopping by and I go and tell

it home

It wasn't Eazy, we have no 64
But we like boys in the hood smokin' like 60 bowls
This shit is a mental game
But we ready to get physical

front porch
And I like the way he leaves 'em sittin' by the screen door
That's how I know that he's home and he's all mine
Oh, he's why

Girls like

your homies gone
He wanna know me I don't know the boy
And niggas be cappin like Soulja boy
Choppa keep clapping
I fell asleep in the trap took a nap

Break 'Em off Somethin'

Master P

Ice Cream Man

Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin'
Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp see, I

I ran up outta drugs I think time to buy some more
Hit my plug up tell em pull up to 66 hoe
Right there by West Oaks
I'm talking bout the red store
I

to hoes because shit man they'd comfort me 
Now they ask me what be wrong and I don't tell em not a thing, no

Tired of this love shit 
Sweeping my feelings

love em I don't trust em
I could've fucked yo bestie bitch I could've fucked yo cousin
These hoes I jus cut em shit they coming by the dozen (No cuffin)

Mister Cold
We'll leave 'em pigeon toed
Pimpin' ain't easy, I just keep goin'
It's funny that we started
Out tossin' quarters
Now all my diamonds water, I

complexity
She own the only bed where we can rest in peace
Delusions of purpose and will fall when you bury 'em
In 2.5 by 8 plots so marry 'em
Choosing

shoulders (Woah)
These niggas want to be Soulja's (No)
I'm getting bread like I'm supposed to (Yeah)
Just took the lil' hoe to Beni's
She said she want

It's My Thang

EPMD

Out of Business

1999

and eject make 
M.C.s 
sweat Take 'em off on the mike then I tell 'em "Step" Not waiting or 
debating 
cause M.C.s keep hatin' Play me too close like two

around it's
Going down like bitches (Ow)
Tell the dope boys, "Come holla at my crew"
(O oh)
Deep throat 'em, make 'em say "Yabadabadoo"
(O oh) rockin' door