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delinquent
'fore I was gone, and I'm on my way home
My momma's coming to get me
In a fleetwood brougham
She puts a jacket on my back
And hands me a comb
We

They shed a tear Terrell owens
I'm a stay flowing cake stay ground
It's game gang til they kick the door in


Mention the best Canadian rappers
An names

to a
Hell raising heavenly son
See the doctor tried to smack me
But I smacked him back
My first words was, "Thug
For life" and "Papa, pass the MAC"
I'm

I'm way up
Baby I got my cake up
Baby you know I stay up
I'm a big money playah
Tell them hoes I'm way up
I just pulled up in the back with them

a motherfuckin' rapist
So I stopped payin' attention
Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention

Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways
I'm sent home and I don't got

The Product

Ice Cube

Kill at Will

1990

the hallways 
I'm sent home and I don't got all A's 
A high school dropout 
My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out 
But I got tossed, he's the boss

I Get My Thang in Action

Method Man

Tical

1994

a axe couldn't hack it
I spark em like a match (ssskt)
Coming back it's the met-chod, say it loud
I'm the met-chod, man - clap yo' hands, now check it
See

I Get My Thang in Action

Method Man

Tical

1994

Coming back it's the met, chod, say it loud
I'm the met, chod, man, clap yo' hands, now check it
See me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin' flicks
While my

4
Bling blow turn two into 4
No broke boys niggas doing the most
Fucking it up on the back roads
Shawty asking when I'm back home
Soon come gotta

bickin back bein bool
on tha eastside,
im in the new orleans where the blood at the beehive,
and aint nothin sweet unless its presidential,
cause that is

Lookin' Out My Back Door

Children of Bodom

Skeletons in the Closet

2009

Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch.
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin',

But you're in the car so I might as well take you home come let's roll 
You already know my rules 

Make sure ya man not home 
I'm coming through

Spittin Game

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

I ain't about no playin
When I'm comin' get out the way
Gun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway
Head straight back to the hot block
Flight in

Rules & Regulations

E-40

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

1999

be talkin' and bein' all careless on these phones
I know technology now 
Allows po'-po' to look inside walls and see inside homes
I know all I was

dig up out my grave to assure it balanced out
I'm a cold blooded, soul hunting, bone crushing motherfucker
No one'll go running home cuz I'm coming for

Another day like Talib we just getting by
Cut some people off
Spread my wings time to let them fly
Rookie year Brandon Jennings Bout them big bucks
Line

I'm looking you in the face 
Why you acting that way
Uh, uh, why you acting this way
Baby put down ya phone 
Girl I'm coming back home, ain't tryna

so I'm back home
Better company with myself, in that zone
Losing me pleasing you? Suicide
Save the game? Cure is a genocide

CH: Will my time come

let me know when you're coming home

Ah right or wrong, I'll be stuck here by your side
Before too long we'll be taking in the sunlight
Stay right there

So I came back home and shit you know what I'm saying right
Link up with some of the guys I ain't seen 
While mothafuckas been away at school

at  
Passing the buck! 

Has no Covid plan!   
Controlled by the woke. 
The American dream’s  
Going up in smoke! 

Joe defunds police!   
Shuts pipelines down.

ancestor's watches
That's why I'm timeless and know God got us
Sittin' back watchin' shottas like
I was a Rasta
I guess what it taught us about the imposters

up with Henny
Carry a duffle bag
I left the shoe store and took the shuttle back
Just to make it home
I'm all grown, and living all on my own now

out free meals (yeah)
Giving out free meals (yeah, yeah)
I'm a big stepper
Stay on my grind it don't matter the weather
Already perfect but I made it