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Break Yourself

Spice 1

Spice 1

1992

hear you byte all that fake shit
Niggas need to get up on the hardcore shit, 
You know what I'm sayin'?

Ay, man, you still got the Ski mask and them

like that
We can make love by the ocean
Moving like in slow motion
Making melodies with you
Now tell me would you like that
I know you would like that

on
Oh we can soar far away
We don't gotta think about today
Back on the road man we back outside
Spent a band on some shoes and I didn't even try
I'm up

sleeping on the road you be sneaking in my coach
You and your man, you remind me of a Smeagol and a roach
By the way I sing flow, bring the brinks up

Game Recognize Game

Twista

Legit Ballin'

1999

[Man talking]
Sup pimps? Pimps ain't pimpin now that's why they got to get out
The game
Women have mo' money than the pimp, ain't that cold?
Hoe have

get to the stomping
Get to the top and there's nobody stopping us now
We blow up now and we blow up the town
Gimme that shit man give me the crown
I

Spawned out the fog, traverse the mist into existence, I'ma study hard and try my hand at the omniscience, of this
Plane, Romo Sag's the man, Grippin

Speakers bang his brain man I think he need some Tylenol 
Gimme Mama Africa, keep them Barbie China Dolls
This weed got me tired yawn (Yawn)
But I'ma keep

and ever, and ever, and ever

Ok, thanks for that, now anyway
Let's back to the matter at hand
We know each other so well, you should be my man
Surely by now

man
Dang
That’s it
(Oh, can’t help it)
I don’t care
Anywhere
Sweat it out
Without a doubt
If I feel it in my spirit
I’ma get it
(Ooooh I’ma get it! Move

ya man out after dark 
And sink my teeth into him, I'm a rose gold shark 

I'm a rose gold shark 
I bite so hard, gimme your charge card 
Let the valet

so frustrated, I feel to die or cry, and
My mind, it seems against me, I wonder why, man?
When I was younger, I could keep it up with MJ
Back then,

rack it up when I'm mumbling off the lean
These fuckers man they don't even know the day
It's a tuesday afternoon I see their lives wasting away
Blues

Lost Hawks

Andre Nickatina

The Gift [Original]

there just like a picture without the pose
Yes, y'all in the symphony call
Man, them hoes'll be talkin' bout my rise and fall

How I did 'em all
And was I

no gimmicks triple black ratchet
Got a ho from somalia my
Niggas tear the lobby up
Face wrapped in turban hop
Back in the suburban
I'm from queens

not for ladies
It's incase I get knocked by the old bailey
'Cause jail? one-on-one street? gun-to-gun
Little niggers is tiresome but
Back on this music,

gimme a second?
Send the sept baby cheques
By the illions, thank ya
Gotta ball wit' my chick
Least Imma make her mine
Flashy, she already fine
Dappa, ya

silk cotton
Join me on this journey
As I travel to my promise
It's much better
Rappin' my story and staying honest
Regardless of the labels they gimme

you back baby gimme a minute
Best belief my nigga better believe
That waking up to the green ain't gonna water your seeds
But it'll make it, without

so potent
You Seemed to help me pick up the pieces,
Never puzzled by my demons
I was so open to
Making you the one I believed in
More than friends fam

as a weapon
On the other line i talk to addiction
Crying out for help no! busy to listen
Diggin’ up my own grave from the damn past
Gimme some fire
Imma smoke

expected
I'm not so respected
Cause' it comes up to me
But no one even tries to see
They look me so below
With me surrounded by my foes
I may be a fool, but

And my wrist on beam
I might have to make a scene
Yah
I have not got in a Rolls Royce
I pray to God at the gun points
Saying gimme my shot, I’ma run courts

What Cha Like

Mac Dre

The Musical Life of Mac Dre, Vol. 3: The Young Black Brotha Years 1996-1998

come
Let the track ride, gimme the mic and I'll run
Smooth with the groove like a saxophone
My backs is on, and man, caps is blown
Straight off