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Ratha Be Ya Nigga

2Pac

All Eyez on Me

1996

undressin' to test me and uh

Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You wants a nigga,

(nope)
Hold on until the end by any means
It's yo destiny (yup)
Stay serious
No need for enemies
Only kin to me (me)
And who next to me (me)
That's what it

Microphone Master

Das EFX

Hold It Down

1995

rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in el-a
Well-a hell-a can never cut

Thugged Out

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

*(Phats Bossi)*
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First

different lol)
Yo mtv had rapping at the set
Rap city gave me triple threat 
90s was full of big guys and phat gals
Shameka baker was my pen pal (ahhh)

had to get rid of you
Expelliamous man my stick tryna finish you
Bored of the bitch man I'm really not into you
Niggas ego big but they bag a minuscule

respectfully
Thank you to anonymous
If you know, you know
From the 8-0 to the 7-5
Til' the big bank take lil bank get bankrolls
This music shit is my diary but

Passing the corners like I'm passing the jazz
The lights in the sky like a neon flash
Took another blast as we pulled to the pad
She moving too fast yah she

still unique
You need to slow down big boy
I don’t accommodate shit noise
Get back to the pen and the pad
And go back to whatever bars you had

PUES DESEMPACO
AYER 69 LOCOS HOY 20 MANÍACOS

DEL ARCO AL BARCO MARCO OTRA ERA
SI EMPECE CONEL B-DOCK YO ACABO CON CUALQUIERA
SI ME COMPARAN NO ME PARA

imma just gon head and leave 

Girl I'm tryna get rich rich 
My pockets on big bitch 
I don't wanna fall in love no more 
Fuck a commitment 
And I'm

that'll make you amused
When you glad we can smash to some jazz on the tube
Horn blowin to the beat
Oven on preheat
Yeah you make me cum-plete
Skeet skeet

for the bankrolls but she want to fuck me and Jazz
My boys pullup and its case closed bullets come straight through yo glass
I'm in the back seat with

Fundaron Def Jam gracias al primo de RUN
Sylvia Robinson creo el sello de sugarhill gang
Ganador de un Grammy, desde Brooklyn big daddy kane
6 discos de

rappers made it of the mere fact
They know so and so that already has made an impact
And infact
Yo song was on shuffle i had to skip that
so sit back

startam
Na since with ma
Men dem for class
The way boy d go
They d check say na Jazz
If Yari no Dey involved 
I d blast
One get na spirit 
For keep Caffiage

Got the Jazz on em, Griffins Bout to Spazz on em,
Grab the Mic n Rip it up its something like a bad condom,
Ive been stacking paper in like rows like

bitch, she like that smooth jazz
And she pay for the studio time, ain't gotta pay it back
She said she ain't never had a nigga teach her how to throw it

Mitchell
You talk big on the web cuz you ain't really think that the spider could get you
All that jazz sounding nice till I toot my own horn
Gotchu dizzy

let's swing today

Yo, I'm from the school of hard knocks and no cappin'
But I'm the type of fella that's more old fashioned
Calling the shots like

them big bodies back out I stand up like hairs, on the back of my neck
I ain't scared I'm just present
Because one slip, you get wrapped up like a gift

my phone don't stop ringing

Own your own
Forget the phone
No more loans
Sad that some mad
Big cats got money control
Much more than Al Capone
Now I'm

the moon)
I jump into the pool just to pee

Yo, gimme that fuckin' mic
FBI caught me outside of a Walmart
Beatin' up a homeless man tryin' to take my Pop-Tart

made don't trip, like chairs you fold
Big body sumo, straight out Atlantic, flow cold
If you do not rep out your shit, what is you doin
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