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she realize that I'm that dude
I don't play her off , I love my queens in any mood
Only raised by a single queen
Whatchu expect me two do
But see that

What a Thug About

Beanie Sigel

The Truth

1999

love this thug shit

(Chorus)x2

Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin drugs

Dedicated to the great Scott La Rock
RIP, this one for you, my G let's get it

Boogie Down Productions, with Premier
We gettin paid
Y'all write

the oceans amethyst garden  Lost whispers (calling) I am one man with two dreams inside Shared by my last kingless queen  Dry above the waters high Lie

This next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
And all the whack people who like and buy their whack music

I think you crazy if you like Jay-z

bad bitch on her grave 
Casket for two got the order on the way 
Shakespearean with the poison we drank 
Running through her hair I got bitten by

Do Me Like That

Mis-Teeq

Eye Candy [Bonus Track]

2003

[Verse 1]
 Seems like the more the days go by
 The less I miss you by my side
 Lately you've been carrying on
 I've never seen you act this way

Uh huh
Ya
God blessed me with 2 beautiful Queens
When you hear this song , you gone see what I mean
Uh
12 o clock on the dot (on the dot)
On March

scriptures/
These 2 legs they walk the path of my legacy/
Plan to plant seeds in the garden if life lets me/
So my daughter she'll be a midnight marauder/

Said calmly, while fidgeting her hair

You obey, a second or two delayed
Surprised with her dry tone
The Queen of Autumn Leaves giggles in her throne
She

But let me embrace you with these lines
First verse is dedicated to Abuela Galin, a beautiful queen
Reminiscing on the picture perfect memories, we were

Cause death'll leave ya mouth wide
Soul, legs and the body
Spirit from me now, rise
I arrive to take lives and tell lives
I'm wanted dead or alive, cause

Flossing, like I got sum stuck in my teeth
Mop stick, length of my leg, tucked in the seat
Might stomp shit, hand them his teeth soon as he speaks

dedicated
Shit, don't say I'm doing too much
It's not in vein once I got ice, cuz then I'm cool in the clutch
Until the doors are suicidal bitch I'm cool wit

call the lights out
No one going to see the end, see the light house
Death calls upon me suicidal king with a wicked queen
Call the servants please you

said Angel Dust died
Shot in the leg
On the steps he bled 
Nobody was by his side
They ran instead 
I Wanted his killer dead 
But he got caught by

The Message

Nas

Sounds Like You: NYC 2017

2017

the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks

This aint no movie this is my real life
Real Life!
Nobody with me nobody by my side
X2
This aint a movie this is real life and I been witness

mind
Lost in my curious ideas
Animal Psychopathy corrupted
One hit, two hits or three hits
Aren't enough for me

A decadent life that present
Is done by

A terrifying God, made of money
Is tellin' me to amputate my leg
So the tribe of babies that lives inside my Hyundai
Can feast upon my flesh for

of chance and time
But revolvers rarely ever lie

(My legs are locusts and my marrow's a mess
Silk swells in my blueberry breast
No life, no death
I'm heaving

double L's
Same Nigga since moms was blasting Uncle L
Out the speakers of the green Suzuki
This is yours truly, Queens finest
Ain't gotta throw shade

us versus whoever
Might be this way forever us versus whoever
We live this way forever
Lay the legs on leather
Tucked away from the weather
Pull

face I rap in tales, it's that real
Camouflage tuxedo
Head from Puerto Rico like take
Two kilos to Toledo in a '74 Beetle
I'd rather buy for crack