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barely survived 
Cold winters we had no dinner clung to our lives

(Yeah)
Are you inspired by the street tales and shootouts nightly? 
3 Baby mamas never

a rolling stone not having one what made him leave
As a young bull' had me feeling my worth less than pee
I could hardly breathe
Hoping for moments of ecstasy

shut the fuck up,
Bulls ‘92, sharp shooter, stay clutch,
I’m an all natural, I ain’t never lost touch,
Now all my real live niggaz, throw your hands up,

ain't no stopping once we turn up
Move out the way or get crushed
Run over here by the bulls stomped
How you talk we can tell you a little lost
Don't try

50 racks ina Fanny 
Feel like I won a Grammy I Was raised by my granny
Hot off a lick wit my brudda in a Cameory
My bitch a street fighter I call her

Let Me Out

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice

from the tracks

ain't getting my respect
If you talkin' bout some pressure 
I can make a couple calls
Call this shit a movie 
Action 
Turn the cameras off
South Atlanta

Fix your eyes upon the matador
Conquered Bull City
Grabbed it by the horns
All the knives they threw
Only felt like thorns
Weathered my way through

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

The Message: The Roots of Rap

1999

the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there

at ya neck 
Talking out his neck
Pulled up on him and I parked him by the steps
Cash flo was watching tv with a dot and a tech
Now I hit the block in my

make my music for the thugs in the streets
And all the real men who make sure their kids got some to eat
Yall talking about clothes chasing these pros

Look inside of my eyes
And search my soul to find what you See
Take a piece of my mind to find, it's no Nigga flyer then me
No nigga by where I be
No

you go there you no go know
Omo na to grab the Bull by the horn o
No time for my Watch me i wan blow
Some say he is local some say he is a Star
On top

by sisters, both arms and both feet
I'm an Icon, threw me rope and I proceeded
Victory ours never defeated, the Bulls in '93 - we three peated


I'll

It's DMM on the beat now
And it's GT for the streets now
Storm
You know
Ehy

I've been on this road for long
I guess you can tell
From the look in my

drinking up a lot of forties
Oldies make E's in the sky
Why I rose made dog we use to ride
Kitchens cool in the woods by the tracks
We use to gather up our

waste my time no lie ask why cuz i'm way too invested
Told my homies we doing too much we gotta relax we moving too reckless
When you play in the streets

Johns, couple streets from Barrets/
Mama told me to avoid the neighborhood terrorists/\
I was a good kid, still gettin blurped/
Askin for my ID and search,

Yea yea yea yea
Guap
I really go crazy a lot, a lot
You would think shawty a janitor just by the way I be making her mo-o-o-o-op
I really go crazy

gone be settled for what they did to my dawgs
They put my young bull in that kennel for not abiding by they laws
Swear it's like boston massacre the way

Show G's gastando en la fiesta
Si les jodes te dejaran echando la siesta
Toma tu loncha y trabaja esas cachas
Reservado en Pacha, street cha cha cha
My

I swear that i Taste it
Can't fall in your lap chasing
Young bull, pondered what I faced in The basement
Gave up my childhood how could I face lent

20-20 hindsight
Dealing with the stress
Used to be the crying type
Visualized success now I'm staring at the lime light
In my habitat they blinded by

Cavernous kisses, blown by talentless bitches
Tentacles leave chemical blisters, betraying sisters
My illegible confessional carved in chewed out