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I just make it look easy

There's a gap between you and I
Might be looking like I'm cruising by
Get them all the safety, then I utilize
Speed, move

Yo
The rogue rolling witta short sword but avoids war
Charting a course he's got his horse but no lord
The ronin focused on the path thru the gorge

attention

Welcome to the fish fry where niggas get burnt to a crisp
Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this"
Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama

hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see

me
I'm by yo side
That's off top
Like that soft spot
Or or or these rhymes that I'm kicking
I learned to pay attention that shit paid me millions
I

fall forever goin' win, you out there?"

[Xzibit]
Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, check it
You want to get to my level but you don't hustle enough
Any

I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look

Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first

Noone gonna notice, cuz it's a Coincidence that you ain't shit
What happened? Nothing, I saw Edub and just tripped
Gotti Style, "sir, do you see

ya (On God!)
I'm smokin' biscotti, yeah
Blacked out whip, Maserati, yeah
Finna whip up on the pot, I'm feelin' like Yo Gotti, yeah
Change my name

the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
Breads by

Royalty

Cam'ron

Code of the Streets, Vol. 1

2004

Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been

minds for each design
Baby food for thought, rappas not [Incomprehensible] for sport
Due to this pork eatin' niggas of sort

Yo, you's a fuck face, burnt

I used to confuse my breath with yours
You left me pickin up dead thoughts of our mental war
It's like i got SLASH BY THE SWORD
Waiting for death i

Lullaby, rap it, because that is my mood
Turn you to dust, I hope I ain't rude
Turn you to dust, I hope I ain't rude
Moving like Jason, slash you like Freddy

You

Pacewon

Won

2002

on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm

cause who's greater than the rule breaker
The move maker
Tearing through crews like newspaper
Slash you with used razors then stitch you with shoelaces

I’m on go
Green light, green light Billie Jean yo block like it’s Motown
25 show, hip hop’s a thriller episode on repeat

Here I stampede the hard road

Horsemen Talk

Killah Priest

Priesthood

2001

Pronounced un-cuffed with the hoofs pound
I'm Kurupt, Young Gotti, the Headless Horseman
I'm the one that started off extortion
Contortion began to spread

make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
A fly facer get they thighs scraped
And little PUS that's why raped

missing
I kicked knowledge to problem just to find a solution, make it pure again cuz my whole city ruled by pollutants
(SLASH!) I ran the city with my woes

Kingston

Sean Kingston

Sean Kingston

2007

I've been strictly on a mission
I got twenty-twenty vision
All the haters I can spot them from far
I'm sure 
Jamaicans on slash date 
Probably

[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby

[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus

yourself for nobody
When she act up
I just give her act right like I'm Yo Gotti
I swear to god I'm sacked up
Blitzing shit like we the packers
Niggas actors

on Sunday, get killed by Monday
Turn that shit down, this the F in yo' city
Catch me a Benji, get popped like a tittie
Slow down when you drank, you might