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They ain't know boy could heat up until they feel him light a fire right up under they ass
Slow your roll, breaking fast, after doing the dash
Break

Movin' Out

Raekwon

Belly

1998

tellin herself
Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin
Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag
Blow you out the back, throw your broke ass

Movin' Out

Raekwon

Belly [Clean]

1998

tellin herself
Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin
Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag
Blow you out the back, throw your broke ass

Let It Out

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

gettin' dusty in the cellar
I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler
So yo what you got, 'cause God damn it's hot
It's the alkaholik rhymer up in your

the fire
Chaka say it plain
I cannot deny your energy
It's raised the bar like I in a
Sticky fete
Safer if yuh post up by the bar
Sipping doh be trippin

(My way)
Anything I want, he's on it like a waiter
S-E-X, gotta put in that labor (Oop)
Stand up all my bad bitches
Throw that ass in a circle if you

and ah
It’s big T papa

You don’t gotta clap for a legend
You shut the fuck up homie standard attention
Soon as my name is mentioned
They throw me a couple

and just
Send a prayer up to God
Leave everything in His hands cause
I was taking it hard couldn't breathe
Later that night I couldn't sleep
I just felt like

Over the top game and
Sort of a ladies man
Could care less if it's your wife
I'll still kiss her hand
Introduce myself
With the promise of romance, then

gotta keep my blicky
I can't get it off me, swear my hands is so damn sticky
Flick a switch up on that bitch and turn that fucker semi
Tryna give your two

the previous impression has been out of print several years
few second-hand copies aren’t marred by the tracks of old tears

signed memorabilia; laserdiscs;

your bones
And you'll know where I'm from by the time that I'm done
I come from a place where no matter the weather
We rally together, we're second

the strippers but I
Make the bands twerk
I'm thumbin' through it
Got my fuckin' hand hurt

Damn, fucked up my hand touchin'
All these damn bands
Got a Glock in my

the rhythm

Now, throw you hands in the air and yo, go
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
If I speed they know you'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up

'gon come for your mans
I'm from Detroit
Where we run up through bandz
Cut up them grams and go dumb with them scams
You owe me some money, better run my

shit
Niggas got me Chopped and screwed like SPM's remix
I was on the deep end alone i upped my defense
I don't do the small talk but play along with

Remix
Aye
Ssg
I'm coming up with the whole team Jaz made the beat on fleek
Ain't nobody fuckin with me I say
Oh my god Ima beast I'm blessed head

the engine running
See me eating my enemy, bumping “How we Coming” Remix 
No seamstress, we got it sewed up
Everyone I ask got a hole in their butt
You say you

Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing

Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing

This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my

This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my

This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my

This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby

All my