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get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word
Niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you

right now and all the time
Kneel right in front of me like feel sobriety, young'n, or fall in line
Uh, right now, I'm piranha dipping in waters of Flint

Quiet on tha Set

N.W.A

Hard Rap

1989

Toyota, who could ask for anything more
When N.W.A. is cold rockin the floor
Like stupid, actin like a retard
Waitin for a bumrush, gettin to the good

to teach me a lot
She kept a revolver I keep me a glock
Put that on her plot
Tip toeing to the top
Cold water flow
Game on lock
Built in fan
Name so hot
Ice

life a movie and Ima tell the story

Boy I want the power, the glory, 
Lean pills n dope,
Lean pills n dope,
I get it by the hour, what u got for me,
I

working n**** i suppose and I'm sick with it with no diagnose
I shine the most from a cold rock to a diamond stone
It ain't hard to tell I'm a star bitch

an act fool
Gotta crew that blasts you like Blastoise
Jessie James harass who?
We deploy
Convoys, to destroy 'em decoys
Eulogies n hooligans goin' school

farmed cotton in that hot delta mudplayed Hank Willams songs and he prayed to Jesus
Granny Johnson lived through the Depression
Never once ashamed of being

the when I was barely getting by
All I had ta do was keep my eyes on the prize
Kick it in overdrive
While haters fall by the wayside
To hot ta touch
Built

back

Uh, craft mac n cheese
toasts to the sleeves
Inspired by the steez
Cameras on me
I dipped in the sounds
made it all now
make it 'til I'm down
with

scrapping the plate n***a 
We anit done eating use telekinesis to move my family in a Colosseum
You may never em 
Cars European we in Limbo use ghetto

through my dome
Murder what she wrote
If you been knew I was down low, how you leave me on my own?
Made by pain it turned me cold
All this we built up from

a** squads
Get scarred by god
In the physical
For diamond sales
We move more soft than Cotton Elle
Armed robberies turn pockets to Peter Cottontail
From

feel like she hot
I might just f**k and never text her
Tell her screenshot it
Back to reality
Bro to the side of me
N***a get paid with no salary
Oh that

be waving at you, from the stars!
I'm a maelstrom of ire, cold and dire
A-N-G-R-Y, can't believe you called me the liar!
Nemesis, I'll be keeping you

Almost There

Mr. Hudson

The Manuscript

2017

took me so long
But the album is coming, it's done for you niggas, hold on
I set the mode for 'em, who was hot in the Chi' before I, nigga
N/A, I do

that he missed
Envelope sealed with forty of them bands
Found em butt naked, pool stick in his ass
Dope spot hot, only right that we crash
Knock knock,

It's Like That

Inspectah Deck

The Movement

2003

I.N.S., back on the set
This shit is off the dial, Shaolin Style, better hold on to something

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, S.I.N.Y. and what
Hit 'em high, hit

Blood  money 
old devils
New problems
Cold winters
No dollars
Hot blooded
Nude models
Do a sad dance for the bourgeoisie
Spinnin round and round

Aye!
NuSheSpitz look
Cold summer hot nights but we gotta fight
If my auntie did it n**** I can live this life
For my other auntie man s*** not

8th Wonder

The Sugarhill Gang

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

turn this mothasucka out
To all of you people that are ready to jam
Scream it out and say, I am! (I am)
Somebody! (somebody), now you know you're hot

8th Wonder

The Sugarhill Gang

The Best of Sugarhill Gang [Rhino]

1996

turn this mothasucka out
To all of you people that are ready to jam
Scream it out and say, I am! (I am)
Somebody! (somebody), now you know you're hot

Sittin’ In Them Cells Worried 
Never Knew What Was At Stake(Steak) That Beef Gon Cook Like Salisbury
Ya Gang Got Them Tom N Jerries 
Uncle Sam , Tom N Terry

wagon 

Tried ta Bobby my Whitney, I’m too thuggish 4 it tho I started bobbin n weavin, think she hot w her weave in, say she hit if without, Thas A fib w