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all went last year
I can't just sit and wait, and decay my life is flashing
All these beats that I made, so I can try out this rap shit
I was in

wanna be like me and me
Tryna blow up like TNT
But not for the cash or the p’s and green
Just by myself repping 3 and 3
Open doors are what I seem to see

Off the planet like an alien abduction
Next album first single sounds strange
When he be bussin'
It must be that Scientology
Or blow that he been

tried to blow me, I shuddered, held her closely
We'd only smoked together, so I'm flustered by the truth
"What's the root that makes this what you want

a kids' show
With a screw loose son
I'm the wind blow
I make you run
Into your slim home
Bitch! with the gun
So I mince your
Whole family, done!
Pew!

Oh

Collude/Intrude

Company Flow

Funcrusher Plus

1997

keep faggot like RuPaul 

troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination 

The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke

just the way that we found it
But I just know that money, fame, and jewelries will never buy me

They do it for the money
For the love of the cash

that groupie that dick
Get a Trans
With no album, no show, got 'em golo
Been about the turf since Merf
Was on the ocho
Thugging like amone, word

as spring water
'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah)
'be's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow

Right Now and Later On

Fabolous

Ghetto Fabolous

2001

alright (yeah)
'be	's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow everday, know why, why not?

She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courting one, two, three
Please, won't you tell me who is she?
Wind and the rain and the hail blow high

The Professionals

Tracey Lee

Many Facez

1997

TL:Give you gentlemen time to ponder on the idea, 

and I'll be back for a decision. 



BOTI:Conglomerate...Johnny, you follow that son

like rain storms
Because I'm fixing to crash

Wind blows
Wanna take rap then I spit flows 

This cold 
Wanna talk back then you'll get smoke 

Drip slow

that it's stacking
I like to smoke by the pound
Carry the stick cuz I do not wanna play around
All my VVS' drown
Nigga touch my chain, swear to god it's

I'm blowing fast right through the wind I just forget about it
I travel all around the globe she want me tell about it
I got the house right by

Power Circle

Rick Ross

Maybach Music Group Presents Self Made, Vol. 2: The Untouchable Empire

2012

nigga, nope, uh uh
This famous that'll still throw copper
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
Fire the ganja back up
Throw some blow in my tobacco
Then

Distant Wilderness

Goodie Mob

Still Standing

1998

you when my light blow
Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull
Between the halo, and a fork-pitch
Suffocated by my rhymes

Rest your

Microhard

Cee Lo Green

Cee Lo Green and His Perfect Imperfections

2002

a flow that's so contagious
And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for perfection
While you feeling bound by this matrix
That's why when

and kick that
I'm not in it just to get cash
And I'm not in it for the women either
I'm in it for these people I connect with every feature
For every lesson

by showing me the real me

Without him, death and sin is where I still be
But now I'm alive like Johnny Five
This is all Holy Spirit, no third eye, no

Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk
Just know that whether I'm bumping 2 twelve's or 5

and my album's on replay
And I see so (See so)
Baby I can see you through the peep hole (peep hole)
Don't you try to hide that you a fan now (fan now)
(you

for the Bloods 
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs 
Or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn 
Early light,

Benz'o, you know
I'm comin' with a gun like a Nintendo
They soft
Them niggas fallin' when the wind blow
Then I'm rollin' up my window, fuck 'em