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a tab
Might just take a dab
That bitch heavy like a slab
I got rocks, like Arab
Ain't dealing with commotion
Life been fuckin wit no lotion
Feelin' like

(Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like signin' up for the army

Who What When

T.I.

Fuck Da City Up

2012

the double strap,
How your shit stay at the funeral,
Bring my rubber back.
Chicks are fuckin' with the wrong one
Yea I gotta show,
Tell em but I got

be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen 
Queens get jacked by the king of spades 
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face 

Full house, royal flush,

Who What When

T.I.

Fuck Da City Up

2012

the double strap,
How your shit stay at the funeral,
Bring my rubber back.
Chicks are fuckin' with the wrong one
Yea I gotta show,
Tell em but I got

the heart of the Sperrin mountains

It isn't golden nuggets
Nor even golden dust
It's not some oul prospector lad
With his dungarees rolled up
It's 20 000

to the mountains
Smokin on gas yeah we blow
It by the pound bitch, nah
In the foreign car in the stolen car
I be with the stars you know who we are
I be cookin' up

i keep them rocks up in my cleats
cut me with some scissors you gon see how much i fuckin bleed
but ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit

Collaboration '98

Method Man

The Last Shall Be First [Clean]

1998

collabora-tion

[Chorus:]

Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are you down just

Why?

Smokin' too much dope
Your bitch give me throat i might buy a boat
Haha, yeah, I don't rock Supreme
Bape on Robin jeans cracked up with my team

Near a hunnid on my neck and my wrist, yeah, I'm a shiner
Wildin', gotta problem fuckin' hoes without a condom (fuckin' hoes without no rubber)

Turn up at your function.
It's a ruckus when I fuckin roll.
LS Customs what you looking for.
Make it lose control.
Playing by your rules till MY

Like wind sweeping down the plains
Rocky Mountain state of mind's
Got nothin' on you by my side
Red rocks and glowing sun
Our journey's just begun
You

the fuck wanna spar with a vet?
I'm Alexander the Great when I'm marchin' on armies again
I got a spring in my step
Slinky when it goes down, like Monica

to poppin' out that neon
Ay i just poured up in a Mountain Dew it look like freon
Just to slow the time im in my prime
I feel like im deon
Bitches aint want

Mountain dew and Coca Cola
Dr. Pepper yo ass with this rifle on my shoulder
Inhale a lot of dozier
I’m a marijuana smoka
Pound of green look like Yoda
Has

and whit
Pinkys in the air when I rap 'cause you know that my glass is all filled with drip
What?
I'll fix my bowtie and walk in the room like I'm mo fuckin

at the peak so high,
One step at a time, my love, and soon you'll touch the sky.
Break it down, piece by piece, and the mountain won't seem tall,
One step

with it
… I probably wouldn't have ever gotten away with it
I built a
House made for sticks and stopped by it a rock
I built a
House made for sticks

Make Em Say Uhh #2

Master P

Da Last Don

1998

Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh

I told ya I'm the colonel of this muthafuckin' tank
Don't make me get rowdy and start pullin rank
My comrads with tanks

Back when tigers used to smoke I used to kick it
In some dark, dark threads
Rollin' D20s, fuckin' quick as a whip
'Til they cut off my head
It's

I'm a dog, i'm a fuckin mess
You wanna get in
on my personal armageddon
Threatened by my recklessness
You powerless, i'm obsessed
I'm possessed with

Bodies in the Basement

Styles P

Float

2013

if it is, I don't know of em
My raise is hoe ass bitch and she's blowin em
Cuban necktie off buck 50
Realest nigga in rap, come fuck with me
Niggas

a mountain
Ask my accountant
What the amount is
She can't pronounce it
Yall can't denounce it
I ain't need to announce it
I am the king of this rap shit
But