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The Hilton

Raekwon

Bulletproof Wallets

2001

gut
Praying how me make it out the telly and touch

Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer

are aspects that are integral to me
I’m not a switch you flip on and off, it isn’t so simple
My spirits live in a body they wish would split down

me and you
You got my heart with you

Can we split it 50 baby (50 50 50 50)
Can you be the brightest part of my day (My day My day My day)
There's

Always split the green, I'll make sure my team's fed
I called up my day 1, told him let's get this bread

It's One Life Only and smokkestaxkk
It's Bag

a niggaz shit and make his wig slip
to the side as a homocide's commited
I gets rid of niggaz quick cause ain't no bullshit permitted
I'm a outlaw,

just won’t make sense
Thoughts of suicide
Just put that bullet in my head
Lay me down
Let me rest
Nothin but panic
Fills my chest
This junkies best
Days

Man I got hit by a brick
I ain't tryna make sense on this song
Cause a girl called me whack and now I'm spazzing at y'all
Does she know how long that it

with this lyrical ritual
Spit specifically for me because it's medicinal
Despite your best intentions to dumb down my senses
My pen renders clever

get Ta-hoes
Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
Stuntin' on sucker niggas is what
I was designed for
Dead

this dough while I hope to make it
Not grow up jaded like 
Half these adults that I've seen in my life 
And yeah it's they faults, cause they dreams in

It will be mine 
It will be mine 
It will be mine 
It will be mine 

Being addictive to power doesn’t make you a good king
We are driven by our desires

will be mine 
It will be mine 

Being addictive to power doesn’t make you a good king
We are driven by our desires
We are looking for more and more

guess I'll give it a try

Oh my, oh my

You've got me going under
Can't help but wonder if you'd be there by my side
Or should I just move along all

have a split
I gave a opp head and then when he came I spit it out into a dish
Then make that nigga drink his own semen, no this semi ain't gon miss

I'll accomplish my purpose
I try to understand what's going on
But my memories are always too far gone
Turns out the means to make sense of it all
Are

shit
You just never had the proof
Keep on trying it don't make sense
But its making sense to you
Keep on calling on the phone
When you gon learn
To leave

the Cayenne, lil' bitch
I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the Benz, I switched shit up, I wanted it done by

there my friend
My finish line are heaven gates I cannot wait
Because Jesus, He was, is, and will be our Holy Magistrate
He makes it broad daylight,

Aye
Aye
It's your boy mike blaze
And tricks
Yeah this is where I belong homey
Frishh Split Pizzy baby
We came along way
From the beginning
The way it

and still feelings don't matchup and it feels overkill
Every wound of mine in the open, heal
With me and see that what you come from don't gotta make you so

Man the shit that I brought from New York
Yeah this shit is just Syracuse
World it be running on Dunkin up here
Man as long as you make it make sense

really like
Swipe right, tell me, tell me what you really like
Bend it over, touch your toes and make your booty right
Swipe right, tell me, tell me what

And them favors really make you wanna give the cheeks up
Say I got the juice, so she suck it like Capri-Sun, damn
Then she toss it back like a refund, damn

You Know My Steez

Gang Starr

Full Clip: A Decade of Gang Starr

1999

character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone