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make the ladies wet
Well that's the fuckin' price, see my smile, and my Funky ass style, climbin' to the top
As I watch my cash pile, I got the fame, I'm

to see me By di end of this week

3rd verse
Bitching I'm not really into
Bickering and talking that ain't me That's all you
Notice I haven't said anything

the fact I'd lack my sweetheart
Our relationship is 3 parts, without Him we would depart
Like De Barge, you remember back in the eighties
Or maybe I'd be

the na-na, and popped her in the forehead
Blood splattered like my piss dribbles
Dribblin' and dribblin' that basketball as I shoot a three
And airball

we do? Throw spears?
One thing I learned in my
Life is y'all hoes weird
Old lady want her money
Back, I'm like, "No, dear"
Huh, matter fact, I'm like,

I'm smokin' refer
I'm off teeter yet kickin' flow by the liter
And the way I move the crowd measures off the meter
Venomous how I'm spittin' this
Flow

Feeling wave, got the vibe from the eighties
Every nigga here hate me, ask me if I give a fuck yeah 
Try to save me, what you tryna tell me lady
Have

hurricanes, tidal waves, floods
Sun flares cause it to seem to rain blood

The President just got crushed by an asteroid

And the plucky hero's son?

"Run

Awright?
People, this is how it all set it off, like this

I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady in a black Mercedes

Used to cop it by the sheet, take it home, get to chopping
My whip was a piece of shit needed to loot to get it fixed
Plus I wanted to glist the wrist

take a look at the bodies, they’re covered in blood
Shit this a real shame, let’s burry 'em in the mud
("What did you just say?")
Shoutout to N.W.A., If

Second Round K.O.

Canibus

Can-I-Bus

1998

champion)
(By second round knock-out, three minutes and forty seconds, Can-I-bus)

Yo, Canibus, man, you movin' like Mike Tyson Jr., man
You in and out,

to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by

stopped you is it looked like you were taking a pee over there by that tree, looks to me like public indecency”

“No officer, I was getting a blowjob from

This one 4 you Mama

Verse 1  Topic: Heaven 
1. in my lungs,  I could feel you breathing 
2. from Heaven, Mama, protect your son like sheathing
3

know that i set it up

Three in the bank
Net not connecting
No more cause I broke it up
Them old broes bein so pussy
They keep lackin up
In order to see

by
Those rotten bitches gossip, your shine make them cry
I am my muse, my inspiration and my harshest critic
Being the one who never let me down

pick that you fuckin passed on
I've been dead three days but that never lasts long
Put my name in your mouth like eating crow cause you're wrong
I've

coming soon
The hate in my blood got immune
We not even cool hoe you gotta bring me on mute
To even get me to commute
Yall out of fumes 2-0-2-3 is my year

South Central Madness

South Central Cartel

Gangsta Lean

2013

[ Havoc ]
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South - Central - Madness

[ Prode'je ]
Hoo-ridin in

in the lyrics of the song
We taking y'all by surprise
Blood shot eyes, crisp sweet potato fries straight from the oven
Ya'll need some lovin'
Come our

champion)
(By second round knock-out, three minutes and forty seconds, Can-I-bus)

Yo, Canibus, man, you movin' like Mike Tyson Jr., man
You in and out,

Pray for Shacko the handicap foolie
Pray for my engineer, David
Who been in this motherfucker day in, day out
Blood, sweat and tears, for five years

shit
Yeah, yeah, shorty wan suck on my dick
Oh, oh, this ain't no jig, is a trick
Shit, shit, by the way I'm slinging this brick
Codeine straight to my