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Nigga What, Nigga Who (Originator 99)

Jay-Z

Unplugged

who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z

Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do

to the touch like 3rd degree, ohhh weee 
I guess my good just wasn’t good enough
New house, new car, I bought you all new types of stuff 
In the end, your true

What what what, what what, what what, what what
Whoa
One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in

at the parties and talked ish and
Was hawkish with
Was dudes from Sherman park to 3rd street
Especially around 24th and capitol, near Rufus King
I was literally

dogs and pork and bean lunchables
God Bless all my enemies
Got 2 buildings on Peters Street
3 studios and a day care
Crib in Florida don’t stay there

[Verse 1]
I be the one with the women by the dozen 
I get em all; sister, friend, or cousin 
I never thought I'd be the one to fall in love 
Then she

Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out
Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out
Black the fuck out, act the fuck out

Do you feel it in your body? Shake

words like Ron Burgandy
Give these beats the 3rd degree
It occurs that musics just a church to me

And I'm losin Faith
And I'm losin Faith
And I'm losin

just had crashed the v
Had to switch the bitch out cause she tried to step to me
Spitting fire, now you got that 3rd degree
I'm a doctor, dissect

and Vinny Crew would riff out
Odd jobs: scrape paint, move furn, mow lawn, dry wall
Scrounge cash up and compose songs
Started off Sedated then 3rd Degree

Dark Lady

Cher

If I Could Turn Back Time: Greatest Hits [Geffen]

1999

The fortune queen of New Orleans
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the backseat were scratches from
The marks of men her fortune she

to hurt me
Fanned the flame, burned to 3rd degree
Never found a remedy
Everytime you were standing next to me
Letting go, giving up
You're not what I need

Cruising down 3rd street 
Had to take a alley 
Everything going according to plan
Moneys in the back being held by Stan
Got to the the other ride with

All the chaos and confusion
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing
It's the inner me, fighting inner peace
I can feel the heat like its 3rd degree and it's

and concrete
A window then grows and captures the eye
It cries out yellow light as it passes it by
A small black figure sits in front of a box
Inside a box

Keep It Rollin'

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

Ayo, swing swing swing, to chop chop chop
Yo that's the sound when MC's get mopped
Don't come around town without the hip in your hop
'Cause when

lungs
I'll run i'll run i'll run
Things get harder it's not you it's me
I gotta keep pushing to the 3rd degree and
My heart was yours it's yours now it's

all you should know.

A vague haze of delirium creeps up on him
Soaring and flying images spin
He is your leader,
He is your guide
On the amazing

Intro: P.R. Terrorist

Just enter the 3rd world
Clear Lines of communication
Understanding, all things must be seen clearly
for what they are not

greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3

all fails at least I live with memories
Judgement day, my only day of death
So motherfucker don't you test me, nigga
I came rolled in a break
Your

And I was already gone

And life goes on in white and black
Cloaking the stealth of your attack
The tendrils creep through every crack
And every time I

and lushing
Black narcissus returning back
Build it for 3rd attack
No one outta here
Going gentle tonight
It's burning all white

Love moves on, air goes on
I

Midnight

Ice-T

The Complete Sire Albums: 1987-1991

2013

Midnight chillin' at AM/PM
Coolin' drinkin' apple juice
In Evil's BM
The sound's up loud
To attract attention
ArmoraAll'd tires
On a lowered