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it (ayy)
I'm havin' my way 
'Set out here havin' his way
Qua' out here havin' his way 
And like the third Migo, I take
(What? Ayy, yeah)

Now

school?
I could promise you, he ain't the right dude
Look at me girl, I see right through
You wanted one, so I'll buy two
I really need to sit here by

the ways that I could pick at you
Ima let you stretch
Because right now shit gone get physical
Nahh I don't care to brag
But I could make you hit yo pinnacle

Came here to browse, now I wanna explore 
Open up her window http 404
Mind blown she's so hot, I can't take it anymore
cnything she want I'm gonna pay

with it (do with it)
Now that I got me some (some)
Gon' let my crew hit it (crew hit it)
We smoking bubblegum (gum)
Chocolate, and blueberry

never be the same,
Chibby Chibby Chibby, Leroy and skillet,
Needle drop a riff and get right in it

Yeah a sad sad day when mix, he went away
The 2 Live

America

Wu-Tang Clan

America Is Dying Slowly

1996

pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye 
What's Going On? As she screams Sexual Healing 
Couldn't fight the feeling her legs hit the ceiling 
Hittin all

Pour up, mixing liquor pouring more up
Lean in the styro, finna mix it with some soda
Hold up, nah these bitches they don't know us
But they wanna

ain't takin' out yo' hands, right, while you flexin' with that pipe
I'm tryna make a hit, I got some shit could change your life
Throwed off the smoke,

the mission

We gon' kill him one by one, We gon' get him, hit him up, We split him, been violent, been with it
Bitch, I'm posted with them killers right now

rich, but now yo brain hit
I told you to stay out the mix, but you kept changing
I been out the way, cuz random bullets get to naming
You ain't speaking

there and then
Right by the grey bus selling fancy fuckin cocktails
And I ran and I reached a park with swings and a slide
I swang for a bit Or swinged

I can hold my liquor
But this man can’t handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
On Chicago, south of town i'm on to Indiana
I heard it in the radio now

Do the Damn Thang

Fabolous

Real Talk

2004

Look, I can see them niggas stuntin' to this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
Look, lo-lo look
Look, lo-lo look
Look, look

Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line

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FEELINGS
SO I’LL BE RIGHT HERE ON THIS BARSTOOL LIFTING MY SPIRITS

TAILLIGHTS DOWN THE DRIVEWAY
FOR THE LAST TIME SHE HIT THE HIGHWAY
SO I HIT THIS DIVE BAR

left yea they gone
But it's all good cause Jesus here with me in my hotel room
Right now this my home moving like a sojourner
I don't have no home this

Let the Rhythm Hit Em

Eric B.

Blackbeat Party, Vol. 1

nothin' to ricochet
Ready to aim at the brain, now, what the trigger say

Tempos triflin', felt like a rifle
Massage 'n' melodies, might go right through

upon your knees yelling Jesus giving praise
Going up the totem polls, holy crap we on a roll
Now we got 'em dropping by and knocking on my bungalow
Never

Don't Make

Eightball & MJG

Living Legends: Chopped and Screwed

2004

The grim reaper been lookin' for ya, and boy its time now
And blow the roll, shit out the right side of your head man
ain't no way for retaliation when

guitar Your Cheatin Heart and a whole lot of Haggard and Jones
And without fail they'd play Tiger By The Tail
at least three times a day
Now if Buck was

anyways
Now I acknowledge all my niggas who went out there with me no one bothered

Who'd a think we'd ever make it here my nigga? (hoo, we done went

to the bone
You don't need no rap singer
Throw up yo' middle finger
And do yo' thang

Break it down like this
So I guess by now right now
You know that who's