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automobile I drive the shorter distance madder, 
Brown man brown belt, getting hit by colour catchers, that's why I fed the police when a white boy didn't have

bloodlines
That keep your arms tied behind
Speak your love
Or you won't have a say

As time goes by
My circles they narrow
I am the bullseye
Shot through

by your house though
I know you're not home

I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on,

drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home

But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your

Why your face so ugly?

Who gon' pop it? Rub my booty while I'm twerkin'
Ass fat, I make 'em crowd around me in a circle (ayy)
Ooh, that brown

We Got This

DMX

Poly Sci

1998

to lock fists?)   DMX in parentheses 



{Forte} 

Forte' ! (DMX!) 



{Forte'} 

Be the hottest! 



{Forte' & DMX} 

We Got This!!! (You

Let's get money, my friend
All I wanna do is win
Told the girl, clock in
Yeah, you poppin'
Baby in my top ten
Hold up, where you walkin'
Can I go with you

that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of La Banda Corbari were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis

members dressed in new, bottle-green suits, while a white-clad parade made up of various minority groups walks in circles around the perimeter of the mighty

school
CUBBY hole, with no buddies to hug me close, sad, now i
PURPOSELY keep the circle mugsy bogues in the lab,

come home charles til it's backwards

vision in much need of some proper extension
Snakes in the grass we cut it tryin not to get bitten
The circle small it's like a hubcap
Any nigga try

gown
My flag brown, I still crack (uh)
By my nuts my pill sack (uh)
Five sluts think I'm that (uh)
Started actin' I still rap (uh)
If it gets slow I

three on every crime, I'm a walkin' hat trick
Come on, I ain't cappin
Gang come down, he TTG, and his ass get mad quick

You can tell by my stomach, I

on the wall
Footsteps in the hall
Autumn's here today
Leaves are rendered brown
Hours passing by
Someone's born and someone died
Watch the winter dance

.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck

the dick it gave me laugh
Now they wanna take a pic but used to talk bad
Better when she got a seat I lift the ass
I was raised by the circle I always look

Paystyle

Too Short

Paystyle [Cassette Single]

1995

you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja
Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars
Standin' in

merchants
And if you trample on 'em, they sting like sea urchins
Preventin' us to burgeon like presidents in Virgin-I-Aaa, Hee Haww
Slowly walkin' us around

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

Hoo-Bangin': The Mix Tape, Vol. 1 [Clean]

1999

When I say itchy citchy
N****s get b****y b****y cause they heard of ah
Natural born murderer
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in

da-da-da-da-da-da-da!

Audi R-8, laid back, Black on Black
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that.
Black mask, black Mag', brown bag;
Drop down now or nigga

Fuck these bitches, I'm focused on business
(That's right)
Got 'em runnin' in the hood like
I bought a new engine (Ha)
What these niggas try to save

attitude
Right there in front of glenwood that's right on detroit avenue
You got that brown skin pack
Brown eyes tattoos just to match
Circle K pull ups

shine when it rains Hard times got me feelin' daddy never did a thang But God chose and put me in a Rolls and Keeps my wrists frozen never brown nosin'

could borrow 
 Showing you the better side of me 
  
 Sentimental lies, circle of illusions 
 Secrets in disguise slowly fade away  
 Finding alibis,