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yute 
Di grip click till yuh kick-out, bluetooth 
Slam chops inna yuh cranium 
Everybody a guh know 
Seh yuh bloodc***t dead by di hands 

Den yuh body

Radio station B-T-S-N-double-O-P

No makeup on, I love that sh-
You so damn beautiful, I swear you make me sick
I want your love, I want your

a rap
I come back with the scratch from the DJ
(Wow) then say what he say (Wow)
It's Snoop Dogg, S-N double O-P
Jamie, you see me, oo-wee, S-N-E oh boy

I coulda' played for the Pistons
But don't get it twisted

Ya, might be Dan Marino, Al Pacino
Now I'm out in Denver, John Elway
Too many blades,

that break the rules you gone see a preacher 
These hollows In my handgun my Glock 9 p4k he had his hands up like a stop sign 
Roll dead niggas in my

Bring da Ruckus

Wu-Tang Clan

Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

the trick just like Nixon
Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era
Hard rocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot
P.L.O. style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck

these loopholes in life, while yall niggas out here still look for hoes
I had to break a bitch down, I had to change her thoughts
Put the cocaine in her

sight of Jesus as he strolled on
And couldn't keep it in they had to shouted it out and told em
"There he go! The Lamb of God y'all Behold Um'!
John's

a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me

Rolls Royce
And If A Royce Break Down, I'll Be Out In The Rain
And Then Forget It, Forget It, Forget It, Forget It, Forget It
Huh, Take The Train
Take

some long nights, skipping day jobs
Dreams coming true when I wake up now
Eat my heart out, I don't want to break out
I feel the rain drip down
In

Stick That Thang Out (Skeezer)

Lil Jon

Crunk Juice [Bonus Track]

2004

paying bills
Fo realll, by our God damn selves
Fuck thirty niggas and she don't need help

(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Uh! uh! some more,

money jumping out da gym
Jumping out da gym
Jumping out da gym
No Dominee, money jumping out da gym, gone

By the jail stretchy landings, how I does it

thi par body thi bare mein 
Ch*tiya nhi jo raaz Kholu mein bed p 
Raaz agar Jo tu kar de out 
Jungle dawgs saare kar dete bang bey
Bullets out fir bar

Last night I had a dream
Woke up in a cold sweat
Was that thunder that I heard
Or bombs dropping from a jet?
Out the window, I saw smoke
Flowin'

dawgs could turn they felonies to misdemeanors
Ayy, 'cause I met a girl with features out in Italy
Wish they had seen her
Shoulda took a picture, I

then I have to wake
Get to work, keep it goin, can't stop, can't take a break
Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do
But by

blessed
And I’ve come to like your music, John P. Kee and Fred Hammond too 
And I not only read more, now I’m reading to you
So to all the Christian

lines and I'm ducking the law
Get a P for 23 what you want got it all
Man her ass is so fat it might bust out her drawers
Glock 19 on my waist and my polo

shorty
Got my top down, her hair out
Isolation and she clear out
Fast break, my bread straight
One hand shake and I bail out
Hit streets corner bitches

as far as our squad goes
In that pussy divin' deep, no goggles
Chachi Paparazzi count a million with his eyes closed
Bad Lucc, Kool John, P-Lo, Sage

game, damn, forgot I got a warrant
Got in, laid down, then start snorin'
P-O kickin' ya door in, for in the mornin'
You blockin' my lane-lane like John

Headbanger

EPMD

Def Jam Music Group Tenth Year Anniversary Box Set

1995

Erick Sermon break it down 
[Hit Squad] The head banger 
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" 
Verse Two: Erick Sermon 
SURPRISE, you wonder where I've

he turn around and flood
The city with nickels
To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome
The mini mansion, his home
If Khaled call my phone
I’m in