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your neck you get slapped
Radio (gunshot) the hip hop star
I got a big Glock par and the clips on y'all
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
They're

to keep me company)
(So lets go head' and hit that rewind button)
(On the VHS of l-i-f-e)
(Go back to simpler times you know)
Yeah yeah
Yo
(Forreal)

Check

Yuhh
Flow 760
Free Style Check it
I ain't making music for no muthafucking radio
I be making music for them sub woofers and stereos
That ride around

can't get past
And think about the men that was put in my path
The wrath of the mob
Gets quiet by the rod
Or feed em credit cards open access to g.o.d.

and the power that we serve, they devour
Never learn from the cowards who don't work by the hour like
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions
Rock with us, come on
Fuck

Can't check my portfolio
Won't hear this on no radio
Bullets can't hurt me go ahead let the semi go
Walking through the fire like denarus no TV show

Make it or break it I'm sayin
Takin from greatness ain't lazy
Radio stations won't play me
Shaken by death I see Frazy
Maybe I cop a Mercedes
Wrap it in

the people really need is freedom not cable
Not 5G towers more wifi radio waves through your brain
Assume its okay cuz they say so
Dont care about your kid's

Alright, let's do it again
Man, is this for the radio here? Word
I guess we got to do it like this. Check me out right here
Now I'm a big body

the radio n win like backstage passes
She try to box the swamp to her throwing the rump
Do you serve or steal checks like you Benjamin crump huh
He had two

wide open

Studied the game for a minute so I'm ready now ong ring heavy in this Lil Town Big Bad wolf huff and puff and blow it down I invest into

By now you know that I can do this, like Brutus
With rhymes on point like a harpoon is, them's the rumors
Bringing this to my consumers, both

Boy in the Backseat

Alice Peacock

Alice Peacock

2002

change
Time passes by, the radio plays
On that lost and misty lover's lane

The sound of the night, the sound of the rain
And the beat of your heart

I Did Em Wrong

Lil Wyte

Phinally Phamous [Chopped and Screwed]

2004

Paul]
yeah it's time to speed on up, we finna go into another motherfucker
galaxy nigga, bass check number two, BEEATCH

[Verse 2]
wake up bitch

I Did 'Em Wrong

Lil Wyte

Phinally Phamous

2004

it's time to speed on up, we finna go into another motherfucker
galaxy nigga, bass check number two, BEEATCH

[Verse 2]
wake up bitch reality creepin

people like me
Battle freestyle you, Who's wiser? Imma rhymer?
In Big crowds
to small crowds,
any crowd
We go town
to town,
bust many styles
People smiling

Down South Players

Haystak

Car Fulla White Boys [Street Flavor]

2000

Players (Wearin' suede in the rain)
Down South Players (Do the craziest things)
Down South Players (Go by alias names)
Down South Players (Gettin' payed in

to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big

Check it out
This is my shit fo real
Its gunna be off tha hook
Peep this out
The Kon Artist nigga

[Kon Artist]
The Kon Artist born liar
Lie to your

of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only witta chrome pistole
For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub witta capital 3rd letter

Over 30

KRS-One & Marley Marl

Hip Hop Lives [Circuit City Exclusive]

2007

that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now

I'm 'Smooth' like Big Daddy Kane, no bull
Check out 'My Melody' I'm 'Paid in Full'
Before

em
I come in dope with the feature I'm sipping Cogn by the liter
Man I been smoking since Easter and I ain't consider ceasing
You should be careful

lane
You know back before everybody knew my name
Before all the glory, the fame and the cheers
When I was just the kid with the big old ears
(check it)

Right along with the kids
Cause my reputation outside of the
Campus was getting big biatch
Haha, yeah it's like that
"Oh it's like that?
Okay okay, but I