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Už máme klíče, chybí nám krůček, v hubě mám dva jointy jak 2Chainz (2Chainz)
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Street Rules

Skillz

From Where???

1995

[Mad Skillz]
Yeah
Yo this go out to everybody, just doin what they gotta do
KnowhatI'msayin?  To get that cream, knahmean?

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried, I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into

It's a little bit of that
And a little bit of this
Pop out of the crib
Mad ice on my wrist
Arms over yo bitch
She in love with my drip
Last night I

and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go

Dreams of flexing with each other
Turned to beef and talking glocks
Not everybody in yo circle in yo corner
Just cause they standing by your side don't

Shoot up yo crib

You already know I gotta a bb on my lap

Keep on talkin mad shit you finna get that…

Talkin bout shit

Talkin bout bars you cannot

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

I remember sleepin' on my brother couch
Yeah, with a couple thou'
Now look at me now, we don't even be

niggas, man

Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact, sip your Cog-ni-ac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, the new

My district took no chances
'Till I saw his moms
With mad blood in her arms
Tried to stay calm, looked down
It was the don shook my head
My

Take a risk
Uh
Baby take a risk
Okay, take a risk
Take a risk with me

Baby take a risk
Diamonds on yo wrist
And you know I got you
I ain't worried

they wouldn’t shake my hand
But now they kissing my ass
Use to pass me by in my class
I ain’t even mad cause now we
Toast with champagne in the glass
Fit

mean out of the way
If this DJ broad don't wise up, she's gonna be dessert
All to make you a star
Two peece to yo mouth huh (View)

Selling you dreams

Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses)

Jay-Z

The Understanding [Clean]

2000

R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo

Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I

to run in yo pockets
These niggas hating yeah these niggas watching
Mad that you made it can't stand that you popping
Even some homies may act like they

of the blue

And they say hey bro, yo, whatsa matter you mad?
And I say yeah, that shit bother me really bad
They say hey bro, yo, whatsa matter you mad?
And I

Trying to watch my drum
Hice una vuelta 360 you
Should see the smile on mum
Enlightened by a wise man
I tightened up the circle
Certain situations
In

clipt

talkin mad shit you finna get hit

We aim at yo body we aim at yo doim

Shoot up a crib like never before

Smokin that pack like never before

You

Uh
Yo
I don't know why y'all be hatin' so much
No need to be jealous
Uh
It's J-J-JU$T JILL
Haters wanna get the best of me and they can stay mad

Shouts to the gang 
Shouts out to my old hoes
See i usely be with a gang of niggaz
But today ima do it by myself
I count it all by myself
I can hit

I get stoned to the bone
And the smoke hits me right up in the dome
Now I'm lost with no clue where to go so I roam
Yo everyday I smell like mad weed

through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place

Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by

Show & Prove

Big Daddy Kane

Daddy's Home

1994

[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track

Could Man I Probably Would Flirt With All Ya'll
Yeah, Yeah Homie U Say She Yo Girlfriend
But When I Step Up To Her I'm Be Like Cousin
Believe Me Man, This