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And see if you're uh
Sister wanna join
Yeah Yeah
Red like a blister
Refer to me as mister
Dazed by the roster yeah
Woof Woof
You a fucking dope boy
You

night, girl wear yo' best
Girls , it's girls only
No boys , no scrubs, or phonies
Girls , it's girls only
No hoes, no foes, or bogies
Girls , it's girls

different
Real trench nigga, all I hang around murderers and dope dealers (yeah)
Real deal P pusher (yeah)
Real bad ho fucker (yeah)
Real deal wife taker

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Cam'ron

Diplomatic Immunity, Vol. 2

2004

Gang but we live by the codes of Coberas
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, where the pimps are colder
The end is

JFK 2 LAX

Gang Starr

Moment of Truth

1998

Yo
Yo Premier?
Yeah whassup G?
That trip to L.A., may be delayed
Why whassup I'm on my way to the airport now
Yeah well your boy Guru got

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Cam'ron

Diplomatic Immunity, Vol. 2 [Clean]

2004

we live by the codes of Cobras
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, we're in Pensacola
The end is over, Coroner come

b-boys runnin' shit 
Unamerican Caravan, beatin' you down 
Den dere's de man who don't stop 
Yo Com, come back with some Sense, uh

Dodging these potholes, in Brooklyn with this chopper on me
I just seen a body by the bridge, yo
They say the killer killed himself in front his kids,

Yo, Yo
I want to dedicated this song to Philip Arthur Harrison
Word up
cause he was the one who took me from a boy to a man
So as far as I'm

Be a Man

RZA

RZA As Bobby Digital: Digital Bullet

2001

High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence
Got me gainin' weight, fuckin' up my right kidney
Cousin raped that school allow' with me

I look up to the dope boy
Fuck about a hoe get dough boy
Yall niggas fake yall decoys
Got them goons on deploy
Take yo shit no repo
That's just how

Gettin' Funky in the Joint

Mellow Man Ace

The Brother With Two Tongues

1992

(and) dope gift of gab
(What?) Stupid bilingual, wrote rhymes by the pad
So watch me drop ya, ugh, got to stay hyper
The man on the mic servin you type

Bust it down, heavy on the wrist and heavy on the waist now
Macs out, they move packs out when the whole packs out
Trap house, boys got bales for

Say I dissed you, I ain't say that
Never switched up on nobody
I ain't dropping names like a project by Carti
I'm skipping the beef like a track by Yo

Hit me
Aaaaah yeeeaah
That's the flavor right there
Sho' you're right
Yo, tell em what it's all about, man
All that ballin thing
How you got it goin

the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace

the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace

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

and I been doing this so long bruh
Agree by far we great, so I'ma take you right back home for
The B-I-R-T-H of Tech, Tech N9ne, N9ne
The B-I-R-T-H

Y'all got the testers, man?
Nigga, it ain't even nine o'clock
And you fiendin' on the
 get the fuck outta here damn
Yo, why you act like that,  yo

I said a prayer and asked god please get them rats gon,     
I told my nigga stay on yo shit and watch yo back Holmes 
Cause these niggas switching

Let me sit back & reflect on my memory 
Can't name a nigga who bitching me
Raised by my mother but no ain't no bitching me 
Most of these niggas be

Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money

Webbie

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

fuckin around

(verse 2)

you saved up yo chips, to buy you a whip
Music with the big rims, boy you a trip
If you knew what I was worth boy I bet you would

name ain't Martin Luther
But I'm considered the king
yo, my beats pumped by the mic I clamp
I don't need an amplifier
my brain is the amp
I got the beats