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falls down

Children, eat your bread
Little children, eat your bread
'Cause it all, all falls down
Telling you all, it all falls down

Yo! Y'all can't

Don't be selfish with the drink

Shit she broke my heart give me the bottle

I can tell you want it by the moonlight
Hit you style wild because ya

you talk to
Ima big dog no roof
Ion really play by the rules don't get it Confused
Stand up nigga fr
I never hated
I give my flowers as well
We can go

spill it on her face
You my dog we gone eat but i can't do it at yo pace
Cause by the you get a piece ima be
Finish with my plate
I ain't gone leave you

Persistí por mucho tiempo y sufrí la decepción
And i played my last card but at the end it didn't work.
I was betrayed by my people using me to reach

Hollywood

persistí por mucho tiempo y sufrí la decepción
And I played my last card but at the end it didn't work.
I was betrayed by my people using

I Got Candy

Tru

Tru 2 da Game

1997

they understand me
I open up shop, open up shop 'cause I got candy

He's got candy, yo eyes roll in your head
Mo B. Dick, You toss and turn in yo bed

Letters

Kool G Rap

Killer Kuts

1994

the L the G are A P letters" 
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched) 

Rougher than Gotti in tone 
Got a body harder than Flintstone 
Your girl got her

Long Awaited

Lootpack

Soundpieces: Da Antidote!

1999

platform representin' with the LP 

[Evidence] 
Yo, I take control grab the horse by the mane 
I'm that New York type of driver on this L.A. terrain

This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records

"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost

Realize real lies
This ain't no game baby this real life real life
And they mite look you in yo eyes behind yo back they got that knife
So all my

Peace to My Nine

Spice 1

Spice 1

1992

comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If

coke prices the port
As hot as gram you can get it by the
Gram still getting blow off
Till static call me to the studio to show off
Yo easy this is easy

You're a Customer

EPMD

Rap's Greatest Disses

1992

[Erick Sermon]
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
You said

spot by the Seine, is where I'll be in the end
My love
That's how we gon live
But right now we just kids

Yo
Life is but a dream
This is everything I

pongo en pause
(pause, pause)
Camino cojo como Doctor House (House, House)
Fuck a gram, bitch, we smoking by the ounce
(ey ey)

No, no, no, yo no me viro

body
Got her touching on my body
She wanna know what’s in my pockets
Got a check fuck it up Yo Gotti
93 gas in the tank
I ain’t no regular man
Playing

and keeping finances straight
Maybe I'm not the one to date
Miss who I was, he not the same
I watched you play with my intelligence
Never judge a book by its

and jumping
I die by this shit
I ain't fearing no man
Put a stick in the air
It just got up to somethin

To these bitches I'm groovy
I treat yo hoe like

how the fuck he got those
Stop claiming that bitch boy you going out sad cause nigga she not yours

Mane don't be pullin up to the trap tryna get yo

on payments
I took a risk like its vegas
Hiding that shit by the neighbours
Playing yo bitch just like sega
Nowadays people throw dirt on my name
Making me

tell that we blasters
If I hit you with this, you gon need more than plaster
You hollywood fake, I can tell you an actor
She not from toronto, no she not

he can tell that we blasters
If i hit you with this you gon need more than plaster
You hollywood fake, i can tell you an actor
She not from toronto no

Nukarma I'm tryna just grow from my pass 
I'm caught by my vices and views locked on cash
And I'm 
Tryna find a shordy that's for me that's more of a side