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ride til the wheels fall off that's cap go skate with them
My duffle bag got a white tee and a bow in it I'm so Tim
Catch that fuck boy won't waste no

girlfriend or her cousin's house
It's not a front, F to the are to the O to the N to the T
It's just her boyfriend's at her house (boy, that's what is scary)

O.P.P.

Naughty by Nature

The Mix Tape, Vol. 3: 60 Minutes of Funk, The Final Chapter [Clean]

1998

girlfriend or her cousin's house
It's not a front, F to the are to the O to the N to the T
It's just her boyfriend's at her house (boy, that's what is scary)

cause I'm not afraid to expose
I'm not even gonna troll dawg my eyes never closed
I watch everyone around me
The day you catch me lacking boy I'm cashing

feel quite the same
I try pretending I'm happy but my smile looking lame

So I'm faded
Not by taking shots to the brain
Not by doping up and numbing out

love till I beat her back slow
No, I cannot fall in love with a Nat hoe
You won't catch me fitting in like a fat hoe
Bitch, came out the gate, but I'm

The Type

Curren$y

Covert Coup

I'm out the window sky watching, plotting as usual
That's what I'm doing when I'm quite
Can't remember shorty name but she had that loud pack

never count us out
Real patriots gon' last (Gang)
Dedicated to the fullest, for my brother
Catch a bullet (Grrra)
We all we got, burry me with my Glock

or to fall or to drown 
And
When I see that setting sun now 
I think
One of these days, boy
Some part of me that knows what heaven looks like is gonna leap

inside the trenches super scary
I catch a opp and give 'em three leave that boy bloody mary
They ain't wanna listen so i had to paint 'em a picture
Iswear

fuckin' brains on the wall?
I told 'im not to fuckin' touch me!
Ever!
Eeny meeny, miny moe
Catch a tigger by the toe
If he hollers, let him go
Eeny, meeny,

slip you by
Never care bout who when or why
Gotta my bag i holla bye
Boy these ho be talkin tellin lies
When a g walk in they look at i
Tryna do all

It's All Yours

MC Lyte

INCredible Sound of Trevor Nelson

1999

our groove 
My magic man my Brooklyn boy I wonder 
I rub your shoulders and impress that you was under 
Late night rides out to sunrise 
Catch

over a jinx by Vision with him
The grip alone was fresh to death, and he 
Let me ride until I had to catch my breath
When out of nowhere, my ollie power

of a turn
It sad to say that the boys out there making bread off an urn
The peddle of the flower falls when the casket submerge
Self-proclaimed kings asking

a little more.
    (Girls)    	9 o’clock we ‘fall in love’, by 10 we’re ‘going out’,
    (Boys)   	But they’re dumped at lunchtime ‘cause we’d miss

to rhyme the notion of what is mine 
Can I switch it with the times will I fall or will I climb
Will I ever reach my prime or fall short of what's deep

you make
It's about what you're made of
This the big boy league can you stay up
All you rappers 'bout to take
A fucking pay cut
All the drama, it all

How many loonies gon' fuck this whore
Crazy or bored
I don't know
What's the difference
Getting so floored
I was taught by the British
Overage cuz we

We can fire that shit up by the fire

We ain't got no problems, this is problems
Nigga, tell me now
Boy, they got the keys, let me drive that bitch
Go

Even though I'm all by myself

Crack shot always hit where in aiming
Back off boy you know I'm not playing
Like what?
What has been making your aim so

or a mall
They wanna see shock and awe, I'm on knife drawn
Show 'em how another Reich falls
What I'm discussin' ain't appealin' neither was New Zealand,

Now I got your dream girl, steady screaming out my name

I spend what you earn in a minute
Don't disrespect me
Boy,  pay homage when you see me
On my

at the corner store 
And you can go at any minute now 
Woah (huh)
Please just pick a side like ini mini miny mo 
And I swear that I’m goin catch that nigga by his