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All of Me

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

never been in love don't tell me I'm wrong
See I preach gratitude, she keeps her attitude
Argue long enough then the shit becomes laughable
My norm now

getters
Idolized by spitters, y'all remember me?
(LEGEND) MOP The fiftieth mc
Virgo, birth dog, Billy or BD
From the Gang Starr bus we bumpin you flashin
So

we do you better re watch
Ain't really for love I need me hug, pass mel the ball get us a dub
We catching those late flights cant fuck with a scrub
She

came
I knew there were better thangs
I hated me, you telling me this everything
Now quit playing man where’s everything?
The women are amazing,

Diamonds shinning gleaming sun is hitting it
Pull up in foreigns when I'm whipping it
Living like a Prince Better respect me when I'm in this bitch
You know

Get down, mitch
Two, three, one, I am at your dome

Beat down the block and catch me or I'll
Five, five, five, just watch your body drop
50 or better

another home run, Babe Ruth, where I'm from
New York Queens fuck it and we up
K yeah I keep it right by her guts
I don't keep it on me baby nothing tucked

that dude
The devil in my ear, I told him, keep talkin
Aye bitch, told her, keep walkin'
She said she love me, but I don't love you
Aye bitch, I'm

years old thinking smarter than OJ
Remember Me & Trey jumped a nigga over OJ
Ian need no help I'm seasoned like some old bay
Better ask that boy if he

You either gon' love me or hate me (facts)
I don't fuck with none of these rappers
Surrounded by killers, connected with trappers (trappers)
I ain't

next time ima spark
Especially them niggas I seen by the park
But it's only two niggas that's safe y'all
Fuck a K
Twenty-two trey out the AR
I was

shit get ugly
So I ain't really with the bluffing
If I gotta chose me or you
It's you I'm bussing
She know I ain't with the trusting
Glock by the pillow

gotta roll them dice
Gas rear view, never look inside
Passenger seat, homie will you ride?
Take a lie wit a sugar coat deep fried
She tell me she love

Get on Home

Steve Miller

Circle of Love

1981

I wish I were an apple 
Swingin' in an apple tree 
Every time my baby came by 
She'd take a bite of me 

Tell me that she loves me 
Call me sugar

the streets no love
So the streets never love you
Keep one by your side
Boy you know you better tuck it
If a nigga run up
Then you know you better bust it
Most

her mother
Like the men were better,
Yeah, when she blows you, she pictures Trey Parker
I wanna tell her that I love her
Tell her that I miss her
Tell

I wanna be closer to the cash
Put me on her back pockets I wanna be closer to her ass
Tell my kids I love em so they know they daddy really meant it

dat u looking at life
My niggas dey love to go up & away
Look down & point da beam rite ya face
Spinning kick I put one in da trey
Hollow tip boy u

pass by up inside a flash.
Call me Barry Allen. I’m passin’ hate as I dash,

And I don’t give a fuck though. 
I’m ridin’ waves like a mother fuckin’ tug

From What I Was Told

Soulja Slim

I Got the Hook Up

1998

than Jackson
So you better ask somebody that know me
If they real they gon' tell ya what's real
If they fake they gon' soldier hate
I can freestyle about

Solomon Grundy

Sean Price

Mic Tyson

2012

Gun in my hand, shoot
Hand me a gram, shoot
Misunderstanded with the family man, shoot
I'm banging, I'm Beirut
I'm training in state boots
I hang

a jail, give them COs hell
The burnin' of the sulfur
Goddamn I love the smell
Now get to pillow torchin'
Where the fuck the warden?
And when you find him,

Sit back roll a b up while I record
Feel like I'm better by myself anyway
Cause you could go and leave me any day
And what I look like begging you

who they snooze on
But that's fine cus I'm too woke
My niggas always right in my eyes they can't do wrong
Bitch I ball hard just like Trey call me too