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sliding by myself
I know eyes on me
She say she wanna win the belt
She down there performing
I learned to trust nobody else so im not disappointed
I drown

imma make this bitch queazy
Drippin like niagra play like Kobe in the fifth seezy

Yank you by your hair no ion shoot you cuz I dreadlocks
Feds watch

Onslaught 2

Slaughterhouse

SlaughterHouse

2009

the close shave of a low fuckin' fade
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with J-O-E
With Nickel we gon' make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David

times I was fucked up
I ain't have no clue what to do
Had a sit down talk with my mama
She say boy you know this shit destined for you

Just tell me this

Droppin' Em

LL Cool J

Walking with a Panther

1989

Just like Pauline you all-in

Oh
Brace yourself, I'm the ace with grace
I'ma win the race and make you feel disgrace
In any case, yo, I'm moving

see the motivation
Make some moves stay patient
You guilty by Assosiation
Sip with no celebration
Made Some moves haven't made it
They don't wanna see

I roll up hop in the whip and I ride out
Only playin' instrumentals I vibe out
Starin' up at the sky now
Blunt gone got me high now
Ain't got time

Follow me
Out of the monotony welcome into prophecy
This is where your higher self finds its homogeny 
With the lower self and combines the cacophony

iced out my wrist my diamonds dancing

Is it coincidental
That Every bitch that I was fucking with just let me sad on instrumentals
And my mama told me

like some fucking lentils
When I'm out with my crew, yeah we do it for state
Down a couple of brews I might make a mistake
Making out with two chicks,

hearses
This that murder music, in the stu', I'm with a weapon
You can never kill me by yourself
You gon' need at least ten features
And even will all

to create lines with these great rhymes?
I just stay grindin' while they asleep
Heard through the grapevine, haters tryna preach to me
With all they fake

That kept me away from thinking

Found dead on the road 
In his way back home
He doesn't really show 
Signs of martyrdom

No physical pain
Just cold by

with Pac, very lyrical lecture
Overseen by Biggie, call it lyrical pressure
So I guess you can say this is such a pivotal point for me
The birth of Avi

what it is
You know I never wore a mask before
So listen close kids
My instrumental wicked sentence
Incrementally intensifies
With every line - My

that filet mignon
Don't you be teasing me
I wanna go with you all night long
On the dance floor
I got her singing all of my songs
This instrumental

Basically, a reformed arsonist whose habits include
Setting fire to instrumentals to exude coherence 
A revolutionist with ungodly perseverance
Truly

a mothafucka knock me off 
Barry bonds with it I got more hits than a octagon

Bitch don't push me
I'm already close to the edge
Dealing with the ghosts in my

STAR
IF ME INVEST
SHAWAY SQUAD NEVER FAR
CAUSE WE ARE DE BEST
SHE WILL MAKE ME SQUEEZE HER BREASTS
CAUSE OF FREAKINESS
SHE TELL ME PUSH IT IN HER 
LIKE

Krazy

2Pac

Smokers Only

the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do? 
You know how we do it

Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got

Goin' 130 I might hit a bitch (Yuh yuh)
Born with the drip
I do not flex any ice on my wrist (Yuh yuh)
Stay dropping mid
Carried by features yeah that's

Pussy Whistle
 
(Verse 1 - Germy)
 
Funky like a pair of hairy nipples;
White paper soaked with trickles,
Seeing triples.
Smack your ass,
cnd make

Fans
And you expect me not to Tap
How can I not not tap
I'ma hit that bitch from the Back

She came through with her friends
These songs are hitting

me alone
(feels like New Jack City, ha ha)
Turn off the lights and unplug the phone
I can't get over the fact that I'm with you
(ha ha)
Now that I have