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What's a Pimp?

Too Short

Married to the Game

2003

on a roll?
Do you love your life? Are you achievin any goals?
Or are you sad, mad cause it ain't your way?
Call mom and dad they'll be glad that you ain't

and I tried to hear more
I heard many voices but they weren't the kind 
That I'd heard in my life or any other time 
at the back of my coat there blew

a nigga lean off the opium
You Ethiopian
Willie niggas, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
Do a nigga Rosewood style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his

the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)

There'll never be a bigger truth
Cause if I signed off
Ending my time on this planet
As depressed as I am
I don't want to plan it more so than mine
I know

it be seen through the thickest of sheets
And, oh, how sharp are his teeth?

He screams, help me
There's a demon inside
I can't tell if it's real
Or if

Willie Beamen
This beat is taking a beating
Let me just take a quick beat and
Hol up hol up hol up
Ooh, Yuh
Beats are always used to change a character

thrilled to find out
The dead are more alive than the living
There's a lot of people out there that need money
When the dead are more alive than the living

automobile,
White EFF member, retros for real, 
My mentality has grown from a Nelson Mandela to a Julius Malema.
They been sleeping so much on me, their bodies

unsuccessful and useless are already tired of
Because you do, you do
You do everything possible, you spin and twirl
Spin and twirl, more correct
Life turns

Art of Facts

Artifacts

That's Them

1997

hearing me clear
There ain't another rapper here that's gonna G this year (yeah)
Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appeal
Stayin' Real like Erick Sermon,

I get it off my chest
In the stu I'm on a chef
In the crock pot till I'm steaming
Beaming more than Willie
Do these niggas really want the smoke
To be

I get it off my chest
In the stu I'm on a chef
In the crock pot till I'm steaming
Beaming more than Willie
Do these niggas really want the smoke
To be

Sounds of the- (shelling)

Who the fuck wants corn?
Right now I'm on form
Seashore when we war
Squeeze more, no rebores
Nee-naw nee-naw, police

Professional Rapper

Snoop Dogg

Professional Rapper

2015

could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I

we saved or damned
Or no more
How are we any less real
Than memories
Body and mind are the same
All that's left of us after this
Are our names
Atoms

we did it by ourselves
From the road trips, to the studios
All those times we was chilling in my house
Those times are the times
That I'm thinking

Do It

Dizzee Rascal

Boy in da Corner [UK]

2004

Oh
It's real out here 
like no one understands sometimes
People can really see what's going on
Like people are just, just going mad in front

TO THE RNG! 
DEATH TO FUCKING MONEY!  

Why haven't you been paying attention?
There are more important things to you than covering your face
And being slightly

on a fast track
I wanna be earning
You're cool with getting by
That's why you starve prat
I ain't concerned about you, I'm getting mine
There's nothing I

Are You Trying To Break My Heart

I had a dream
Dream of a girl
I never knew
There was so much trouble
In this world
If I wanted pain
I just had

more will I go all around the world,
for I have found my world in,
Y-O-U, HEY! Ha!

"What difference does it make!?
Jokers, Tokers and Smokers!
How are

the Birmingham crew
North London representing right now, okay
Yes blud, this is a real clash star
Levels are way high, okay
Big up my Meridian tugs
Lord

You Ain't a Killer

Big Punisher

Endangered Species

2001

severely, really tryin' to bring the pain
There's nothin' more satisfyin' than when you cryin', screamin' my name
It's not a game, it's purple rain, floods