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Young Harmony so don't fall for me 
Did you really think a nigga going harder than me
I'ma flex in the drop top
Bottle rocket 
A nigga off the pop rocks

Get in Where You Fit In

Too Short

Get in Where You Fit In

1993

minute
I'm like Bennett, I ain't in it
Go on with your reject rap attack
You'll get more from a prize in a Cracker Jack
And since Banks said he can't

of Life by its design

Fucking forgot I was so philosophical
From all the knowledge I spill from esophagus
Hop in a rocket, I'm fly, astronomical
Honestly

the resale, fuck all that
I'ma rap where - rap where the heart at
I've been building this shit from the ground up
Fifty M's is what - is what I'm worth if I

Blow

Dré

Port of Miami

2006

I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger

Lately, I'm drowning my pain with a bottle and Mary Jane
No matter what I take, I feel the same
I've been bound by these shackles and chains
A man

of me
Spilling these feelings from empty bottles of Hennessy
I'm a tell my story to the end of me
From the beginning we was chosen by destiny to set us

model, role model 
(I'm trying the best I can be)
I still be drowning on a cold bottle, cold bottle, cold bottle
(Sippin on my forty)

How can I pop open

a ghetto, Jada
Heaven do got a ghetto, but I’m prayin’ for y’all
Remember everything I told you
When detained by the law
Remember every letter written
From

get caught by the fed, I'm doin' life (doin' lifetime)
Fuck nigga know it's revenge (on God)
You will never fuck with them Essie niggas again (E gang)

gun you better cock it
If you gotta gun you better cock it
And you better pray it shoot a rocket
Cause I'm getting way Outta Pocket
Cause I'm getting

rude

Watch where you step don't step on my roots
Boy I'm grounded rendezvous
I'm speaking life multiplied by two
The seeds that I sow gon turn into

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda i’m Gudda, Gudda
I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda
I got high the rest of all
Yeah, I got that bottle i’m Gudda, I’m Gudda
I’m Gudda, I’m

wasted love, wasted love
I'm spilling liquor on the carpet
On the couch
I feel it dripping from my mouth
Drinking from your bottle baby
Calling it wasted

Blood from a heart pouring into a bottle
I'm back from the start so don't you follow
I'm falling apart imma have to crawl tho
Deep inside I feel

don't be hanging with people who flappin they jaws 

Them people taking out of pockets 
Mine burst like bottle rockets 
Never drain me like a leaking

I'm talking, I'm talking live on Sunday type sparkle
Nah mean, big money only

50 Bottles of Ciroc, tell the waiter to make it sparkle
50 Bottles

wanna go bottle for bottle
(You don't wan' do it)
You don't wanna go bitch for bitch (Huh?)
'Cause all I ever fuck with is models (yeah)
I'm

Till I'm Gone

Wiz Khalifa

Disc-Overy

2010

bitches 
like an episode of "Nip Tuck"
And yes I am the best man (yeah)
I'm so sorry bout the mix up

Come out and play, pour out another bottle
Let's

Till I'm Gone

Tinie Tempah

iTunes Live from SoHo

2011

bitches 
like an episode of "Nip Tuck"
And yes I am the best man (yeah)
I'm so sorry bout the mix up

Come out and play, pour out another bottle
Let's

like I'm at the morgue
Still on the block where I was poor
She get wet, yeah, she gon' pour
Lingerie, purple, of course
I let nature take its course

fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I

but I’m still feeling some doubts 
Swear deez niggas want no smoke cuz ima hit you where it count
I got dat gas during the drought 
Getting it in large

To the Rescue

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Chronicles, Chapter 2

2001

Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries
Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives
Instill a rocket fuck from the inside