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Make 'Em Say Ugh

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

can't be stopped, too hot 
Check the spots that we got on billboards 
The tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes 
Want some mo'? 
Then

Twitter was a trendin' topic (ayy)
I was on the block with thirty shots and Glocks had the spot hoppin', dummy (Swerv')
But they actin' like they don't

for that it's going down
I can't sit in one spot I be moving around
I'm cool with the pot I ain't cracking a smile
From running round the house now I'm

with your pride but you'll Never ever show
You living by the line but you'll be Reaping what you sow
And the X it mark the spot, so now You leaving with

a couple G's down by the lake
Hell yeah I got 'em but they'll be straight

[Verse 2 - Pimp]
We be 6 deep creepin'
In a Deville sittin' up on D's with

Could it be
Is that a storm I see
A tornado, on the plains
Endure the rain
Welcome to the sooner state
Wonderful people, but filled with hate
Can't seem

for anything, that's not what I'm on
High school, I had my own spot
I'm on my shit, I'm not a bitch by a long shot
Pops led by example and I was right

young bulls mind 
he was boring a lot 
gang aint been about we been touring a lot 
my Park lane niggas still scoring a lot 
feds just raid a spot we were

hand out
If dey play wit dat gang den dem bastards get gunned down
I remember my homie was homie
Now when he see me he turn around
I can’t fuck wit dat

stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?

(With

Yolanda's House

Method Man

The Big Doe Rehab [Clean]

2007

on the block
That the cops trying to lock you for
Can't believe you blowing the spot, lord, my chick is bugging
You tripping, my dick keep slipping out my boxer

to get down
Stimulate my imag-ination with exag-geration
Of stanking light
That can't be right but we laughed
To keep from crying, sighing
Hugged by

Give the People

EPMD

Business as Usual

1990

airplay and a spot on TV
Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre from Yo! MTV Raps
A show, mainly for the black
And still we can't ill, cause to them that's wrong

on to the beat
Pass that shit right my way still feel spaces jammed right under my feet

Still trying to find my way
Saurah still trying to g on some trees
None

still in the grind
G's up hoes down
Trust I'm a blaze for mine
You just another nigga
Another rapper
Waiting to go pop
I'm still in the grind
G's up hoes

on yo bitch
Smoke some weed
And hit her g spot
Her g spot
Lil bitch
All my niggas got killed by some childhood friends
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Most of my niggas

the art
But I still need a spot, On top of the charts
By the end of this song, Ima prove myself
N I'll do what it takes to improve myself
I'm not tryin'

by any means so my soul for sale
I got my soul for sale
Yeah, I remember them days couldn't post no bail
I couldn't post no bail
Standing on the corner

money on
How they gon' blame us when we fed up

Cause I remember days I came in last
Nobody told us keep our head up
That's why I feel we different
Can't

want
Cut it like a schwag
I walk around with 20 grand in the gucci bag
All my niggas G's
Ya'll just hella fat
We move em by the three's
(Y'all just

Uh! I'm smoking right now

Adjust my Louie V vision fall up in the spot
As long as me and my gang get in
Every nigga I came with, came to spend chips

the game is back 
I been down and I never had shame in that 
I want that timepiece, Meen watching face with that 
If you judge my book by the cover you can't

on lock
Diamonds look like some pop rocks
I know she just want what I got
You can’t get a spot
I’m sorry but we outta slots
Yeah yeah
Drip like the sea yeah

or stressing
Ekv famous cos Gang be finessin' fly dressing
We started the trends that you see
She try impress me by flexing
Cant cuff shit I'm focused on me
Only