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Licken Off in Hip-Hop

Sticky Fingaz

Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones

2000

waste your tears
I'm about 175 in dog years
My block's so hot step outside and get sunburned
Unless you talkin' business or money I'm unconcerned

I live

stay son?"
I said
"I will be at 9 mom"
"By the way can i go to auntie's?"
That was so strange to ask
But my mommy said
"Okay, but u better be at 8!"

Hol on this train goin' by
Pull up im sending that playa hater home
Slugs too thick they penetrate his dome
Fuck with the enemy you fuck with my bro

back baby, everyone calm down
Three-fifty seven, revolver with six rounds
I'm rolling with bloodhounds
I send a bitch LA, all expenses paid
Made her

the wrong skin tone
A son of a bitch but I'm not gonna be a son of a cunt
To be blunt I gave him a shunt
No father of mine
Glad that he's gone enjoying my

Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
She

by it
I now live my life on a sin free diet, just try it
Some cats are thinking yes Nobl1 this is easier said than done
Well I'm here to let you know

To stretch out all my cash from Japan down to the motherland
Undercover Brother, make it clap like it’s thunder
Cause I’m black, stacking bundles is

the last time
You stand on this side, slow down, son, you're killing 'em
But only the phony because the real don't die, on God
All good for all hoods

time for wasting
Brought the pot for the stew get in line for tasting
If you facing the front door like Main Source
Turn around and sit down while serve

this
I cant lie

No I cant lie
I cant lie
No I cant lie
No

I made you mine by the start of may
Just feelings, no playin games
Fast forward like 20 days

bitch Ion really wanna fuck yo hoe but she on my dick You ain't gone live long speaking on the gang an shit Gave the bitch a na,na Now she wanna fuck

the 3rd degree
Till even random motherfuckers down the street they can agree,
That I got this shit in every motherfucking cell in me, makalagot ang energy

heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill

purchasing actually
I take three laps 'round the store and get back to me
I might've calmed down by then, but maybe not, ya'll made me hot
Twelve hundred

of yourself
Crabs in a bucket you can tell by the smell
That it feels like a jail
But if you really look then it's not hard to tell
You just pull others down

Sad Millionaire

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

on shows
Rolex rockin' them hoes
Knockin' on my door lookin' fo yo bitch
I put the glock to your nose

I'm juss a thousandaire
But pretty soon
I plan to be

but everything happens too fast to catch a second breath
Or a mother's life ambition, for her son to go to college
Shattered by a nameless bullet in

Reunite for the Night

Dizzy Wright

State of Mind

2014

and shake it off
Live by the three M's "Maintain, Mary Jane, Make Art"
And enjoys your days off
Can I get a amen?

What it do? It's good to see you, na

car
Kinda slick, sat down by Tori
Lauren talkin’ bout all they high school stories
Drinks goin’ down, ordered another round
She brush her high heels up

doubt
Thereza used to dictate the amount
I had the privilege to choose when I'm out
Still got the people look up when I'm down
I'm trynna find my way,

dung
But him love di fuckry like him son
A him carry mi go buy di gun
Fi shot dem, and deprive dem lung of oxygen
But mommy say shoot fi di future
dem

paid by the Son of David
The Lamb
He was slain for thе shame that we all facin'
Every single lie tucked in the basement
Every single heart of stone stuck

Cure for This

Remedy

Code: Red

2005

many times must history repeat in itself
Face defeat, mankind, be beat by himself
Generations done passed son, look at the last one
There's no more