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won′t tell me how you feel
It be making me sick when the tears dem a drip
Hit my lip
Boy tell me was it real (oh oh)
Cause you acting frio
Yo baby why you

I'm a Ruffryder

Jadakiss

A Gangster and a Gentleman

2002

guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor

back that broken plate
And It's all on the face
And It's hidden by shade
Seven dark lights of grey
Seven shaded with paint
Don't say you're love ain't

[Intro: Catchy Drum Beat and harmonica melody]
kamar recording in the house

[Verse 1]
Wake up to the sunrise, pack up all the gear
Summer breeze is

luminescent 
You're full of rage and getting jealous  
I'm already red with envy 
And the glow worms burrowing holes through my watermelons?

It's in the air!

Tell me how we get into it
I'm more a fluent 
When we fucking on a regular
The chase alluring
Oh I hit it right now hoe
Let me finish recording tho

if allowed
If in the end I feel how I feel right now
Money

Still they whispering like Obie you're not important
Normal, Obie recording, bring

up the album 9 3 7 queued Up!
By Quranic The MC
9 3 7 queued up bitch!

Angels with Dirty Faces

Diddy

Forever

1999

'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my

Reporting live from the basement
Brought to you by Raw Creation
Huh, Jersey!
I was born in Dirty Jerz I do em too filthy
Seen a lot of people

Mission from Harry

Iron Maiden

Powerslave [Bonus Disc]

1984

wha' we're sayin' (mumbles something unintelligible) wha'ever 'appens if I got 'I'm tryin' to get a fuckin' message to ya. why'know wha' I mean?

album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you

you, you
(Okay, yeah)
The part when everybody tries to fix you
But you're already broken by your issues
You got a problem, I got six new (Huh)
Thanks

by the
Haters
Living a normal life is boring
I prefer music and choruses
Hear the crowd they applauding it
Voices in my head while I'm recording

Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Rapping on track 'bout how I got this gold
Yeah it's

Remember? You used to go to that uhh-
That liquor store by your house?
Ay, lemme' finish recording a song
I'mma call you after alright? No, Slayer
Wh- Can I

I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you

afford me, everyone recording
Waking up to paparazzi, outside every morning

I go to the Gucci store and I'ma blow a bag
And now the other boys wanna hit

acting all bougie, might hit and don't speak
The grind never stop the business I keep handling
Fuckin' off the weekend and slid out to Grambling
Recording

the things I got to live by
I celebrate success by getting right back to work 
And know what happens next like I read through the sequel first
Ahh this is

Get Up

Slaughterhouse

Welcome To: Our House

of the stage all the way back to the door it's thick
Like secretly filming a mob, we recording hits
What a fucking lifestyle, maybe that's why I'm on my dick

On the top is where we belong
It's like we're King Kong
M4 made the beat that we're on
And it's a hit song
Ain't nobody holding us down
Shout out to Hong Kong

Defeat

Afu-Ra

Body of the Life Force [Clean]

2000

ritual
Something I couldn't stop, yo, it's just habitual
Flow like the breeze, with ease, of seven seas
You're to your knees, like hit by a disease
It's

to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it

How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause