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a narcisi-i-i-i-i-
And I'm sorry I'm a narcissist
But nobody gonna tell me when we are dismissed
Better watch ya' tone when you start a argument
I'ma put you right in

Just come by, lemme say hi
Know why they ain't fuckin with ya vibe
My god uh, you slime uh
My god uh, you ain't mine uh
And I dont wanna give you up
But

don't care bout The price

This a song for all the nigga that Counted me out
Said i wouldn't be nothing in life
Looked over me when I told them I'ma rap

shit on lock like Mutombo and Wallace
Can't see in the whip it rock 5% tint
My pockets hold hundreds ya pockets hold lint
Seen me in the club and she

Turn me up, Jewel KZ, yeah, though, I got a new box
Baby, I'm a doctor, they call me Gua
Rhyme, I'm a lonely, but I got two blocks I drop a new song

take one big look at ya dreams, tell 'em bye bye
You aint tryna see Psych is in his bag, no hooks, I could fight with a jab
Knock em 'out, throw some ice

we all break our backs
Now just to get by
Go to school to get a job
Won't pay enough to survive
So blind to the fact that the Government lies
Fillin'

bronze
We took hip-hop and made it ours
I sold quarters, just so happens I'm the author of your favorite songs
They bullshitted me, I played along
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Spoonin' Rap

Spoonie Gee

Enter the Rap Zone, Vol. 3

1993

they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body

I'm doing the most
On a straight path
Ima walk it alone
Gotta stay strong
Dis record ain't broke
Puttin ma heart on da song
Drew inspiration from goated

hear Diamond on the song
But I don't feel no pressure, money keep callin' my phone
Remember all them times when they left me by my lone
Had to get it out

beefing mas bien que se esconda
Esta bien peligrosa toda la zona
Kaile y te mando a conocer a la patrona
Ya sabes que la muerte no perdona
Si veo a un

I might be too hard for corporate
Stick a fork in em
Kill em like doc Kevorkian
I need a beat by doctor Dre & Scott Storch and em
Cuz I been

Dumb
Still coming in with d coupe
Winning now u can tell by my nike
Shoes
Tell dem mo'fuckers check it
Then I wreck
Banging all the L's
Take off like

song
One time equals three, Bubba Black be home
Matter fact, I'm on, whoever want it, come on
Come on, come on baby let's see bone tone
Bootleg, ya

stand on business but a nigga bumping his gums ain't no real reason
I cut all these niggas off they was emotional like women
Niggas wasn't raised by no

a nigga lean off the opium
You Ethiopian
Willie niggas, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
Do a nigga Rosewood style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his

your grave
Put me on to rap when my father put me on his lap and he'd play me a record (yuh)
Got up from the chair, I was longer Blair, but I started

the train
'Cause when it comes to grindin', I bum it out
Like fresh not his name
I used to be impressed by you lame
Now when you see the Mac shells fly

By chance it leaks in your direction, well
I've either known you a long time
Or I'ma see you tomorrow
The daggers that rip that
Bond are the sharpest

money
Don't ya worry about dad son you'll see him again maybe
Maybe in a next life maybe in a next life
Try me mother fucker yeah I know I keep it tight

Radio

Kurupt

Big Momma's House

2000

to say that new song
by Phats, Kurupt, the R.O.C.- it's off the hook baby. Keep banging it

[Radio DJ]
WBALLS, WBALLS, WBALLS
What more can we have

because he writes a verse every day
I mean, he's writing and thinking about lyrics
So often that by the time that he finishes a song
He's thrown out 20

Never been woke, heavy the yoke
Trapping too hard, yeah (Turn it up)
Rapping in bars, they had me in bars
Wanted to cut me like scars,
Gave me His number