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Rapper's Delight: 100 Ultimate Hip-Hop Anthems

2019

in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.

You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by

'Cause bro
You're afraid of tellin' the truth (Oh, mad)
I know you think you're awesome
But it's time to take some caution
(Stay back)
You baited out Deji

Only time heals, only time heals, only time heals
I'm tryna win, I can't take no losses
Ain't tryna sin, I'm surrounded by bosses
With them Gators, I

Verse  1 [Spice 1] bailin out the cut wit 2 dime pieces,
keep killas like pitbulls on leashes,
aint no muthafuckin suckas,
nigga my soilders elite,

was past your prime
Tequila night dreams
Damn you need a lime
I said some nice things
Always felt the need to chime
But this youngin’ wasn’t buggin’

on vacation
I should've been a jeweler by the way I treat these ladies
My hands is they chokers my dick is they bracelets
She running from the dick and ima walk

Tsss, I got to take some time to myself real quick, like, I got to go on, like, a lil' drive real quick, ma
I'ma be back, like, I'ma let you know

living life
I'm living life
I gotta brand new bitch named Tyra
And she give good head like Nesha
Got another lil bitch in strip clubs all night onna pole

up I surely got a gun 
Hold up I'm just trying to have fun 
I just want a little fame 
And some motherfucking recognition on my name 
But this game

old by old, I guess I got it through the zips
It's quick

We over here with zip drives and the flashes
Tryin' to get our shit high to the masses
Provide

I'm exhausted

Numbin' the pain with the drugs
Gettin' bit up by these bugs, ay
My mind's a basement that's flooded
Feelin' it all in my gut, ay
I just

Gettin' head while I'm steerin', singin' Marvin lyrics
You wit ya dusty-ass bitch runnin' errands
Don't get embarrassed tryna snatch my karats
My niggas

Annie Maes

Mr. Pookie

Tha Rippla: Screwed

2000

lyin, if I said I wasn't attracted by yo biddies
Lustin for them titties, make yo booty jump like switches
But tension buildin up, some ol busta and his

tryna have a good time forget the rat race
Stay floating forever like I'm in deep space
I'm sitting in music
I'm bored off my head
Should be taking notes

I'm with some mutants we came out the sewer
I heard your mixtape that shit like manuer
Bands on his head, he look like Corey Brewer
Feel like I'm Take,

seven digits cuz u know I gotta get with it aint tryin to be committed all I want is just to hit it 
Creased up anchor blues shaved head with a polo

Wish I could take some back
Scrollin' through our old pictures and
It's makin' me laugh
Well, it's makin' me sad
Think I'm missin' the past
Guess I'm

dogs jus 1 collar away
And he'll let it off 
Leave the streets cookin
No clouds
Hot head
Lettin' off rounds
Drop dead

I'm high yeah yeah
I'm

Holla At Me (Extended)
Written By: KlC The Drum Major, Mystikal, January Walker, BG
Produced By: KLC The Drum Major


Intro
Wemp,
Whaaaaa,
What's up

a bitch can
The bitch can cus I don't care bout nothing but the paper
No scriptures yea she boring like some scripts and
This off my head ain't written
It's

they'll get it crackin
Until he see a gangsta, but I guess we know that he was cappin
While you was gettin' pimped by a ho, I was pimpin' hoes
Bitches come

how a woman out they league did it justice
Fantastic for a while, marvel as i crush it
By the time i’m done, i'm top 5 no discussing, fuck it
Lookin'

for bread, I told her no, cause I ain't Daniel Bryan
Set up hoes ah catch a bullet too, so don't you even try it

No cap, man, these hoes be gettin

never signin'
I been givin' lessons, you can check the assignment
Pulling up new, you can check my arrival
They follow me like some disciples
Hollows in