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like I'm hurting mine
Bless by Guru Nanak
So I cant tow the line
My soul declines
The flows sublime
On a hot beat
Man spit the coldest rhymes
This life's

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Hip Hop Essentials [Box Set]

2006

on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got

I guess by now

Need to hear a skrt skrt when i swer swer da lane
Frozen drink in my glass upgrade from champagne
Gimme mango, margarita, now
Know its gonna hit by da

jam body
Me no send no body oh
All about the dough
Ups and Downs me no send nobody know
Check my past mehn e no funny oh
Hold ur friends gimme the money

gimme no chance
So I took one,
Halfway crooks man yall
Shook ones,
Don't bang my line
When I cook up,
See my granny in the sky
When I look up, 2x

Verse

whine
Shakin up dat pretty booty
Let me see you bend
Whine it all upon me
Girl ya know I love the way
You take it slowly pon da beat
Girl you make a man

Di youth dem get blind by stardom
Now di King of Kings a call
Ol' man to pickney
So wave unnu hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem

car Man March wid da ting like Pisces niggaz 
What he says in dem songs don't match his life, I feel like his bedrin writes he's lyrics
It's funny how

(bands)

We pop up on you 
Its time to collect (gimme)

They hatin on us 
Cause they always stress (sick)

Just me and my baby 
You know we da BEST!

Bae

My mental shaky man I can't get enough
My mental shaky man I can rough em up
This body temporary gimme da drugs
Coughing blood man I shoulda gave it up

ya man a tip tell em come correct/
Momma told me child u a savage,
Dat was way befo I was 21/
Was already 3 years down up in prison,
By da time

time to OT bop
And it ain't about cash and it ain't about cops
It's about them hands on da clock
Man they move too quick gotta move this drop

This bad b

tryna come fess up some love 

Da fuck is you saying ?


Augh...

Da fuck is you saying


Hook:  backwood
Rolled up,

Chillin by my lonesome(days)
( by my

be a mack tho,
N here i am gonna show u slo flo jo,
You see that reflection? Gah damn gal ya fine,
You reply "eh, i dont really think so"
But i know so

ungandphikisi!
Getting bigger by the day
Qalu spida ever since I was Day old
Looking in the mirror why they see me as a payroll
Used to make da x move kinda like

her there
Let 'em stare
Still or twerking
Doesn't matter dude
Set up the mood
Record it
Yeah you surrounded by girls
What a man we got it
Every song's

the real I let in 

No time for beef so why them man there sweating 

Visualise when we’re together fAm it’s problematic 

Gimme dat uk stand tall fanatics

Intro
Hmmmm hmmmmm...
Hmmmm hmmmmm...
Hmmmm hmmmmm...hoah

Chorusx2
Hold up wait a minute mr dopeman
Heyx3 hang out with da bros man
Got some ladies

support no more
I ride by myself; never catch me with a group
Don't get it twisted, I keep hammers fuck a screw
When niggas get indicted, they gone write

on the floor
Yeah I'm di da di da d double wid it
You man are pencil I'm rubber in it
Check out my arsenal I got gunner lyrics
Stone Cold so mind I don't stun ya

d house phone cause yuh run up d bill
Calling four different gyal from on top ah d hill
So she tell all ah d gal dem yuh does pee bed still haha
Ah

now
And while im walking towards you
I‘m finding out that the man I found
Is walking by now
But ain't no time for that
I gotta chill, let me breath

Scandalous

St. Lunatics

Free City

2001

Freaking 'tics man, I'm sick of them, they keep playin' that song
They're stupid

[Chorus:]
I said you don't want to roll where I could go
Hard times,

I'm gonna sing till I can't sing no more
Pon a Fatbabs riddim till he open da door
I'm gonna sing till I can't sing no more
Pon a Fatbabs riddim till