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be mean, Ohhh
If we ain't buildin somethin
My time ain't given to him
And that don't equal nothin
I would rather be free
My destiny, Ohhh
If you ain't

Let’s do it without him
I’m not bi, i just want him to see it
We just meet, getting this, they all leaving
Now you’re crying as she
He wants to be with me

Papa'z Song

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

he answers me
I heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family
A different father every weekend
Before we get to meet him they break up

for kids
Smoke him like some mid
Show um who we is
Young B A B Y O G O A T I'm the kid

Cant believe that homie turnt a bitch
Boy is pussy whipped
Wait

Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us

Monkey See Monkey Do

Eminem

Straight from the Lab

2003

monkey do
Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum
If they really want it bad enough, well, then they gon' come
Now here they come like we expected, now we just set 'em

fractions and percents. But shit,   we never found peace
So as a whole, we shall proceed to crowd streets
Painted signs, grassroots, nah you ain’t bout

And they talkin' like they wanna get exposed, When we saw him he wasn't on any smoke

But I'm really woke, if he facin' the book then we get him poked
Nah,

feel anything
This used to feel like a dream
Now I'm thrown out by your energy
Nigga just wanna be seen
Nobody fuckin' with listening, whoa
Still

Of The Mics
Rid him with the rhythm in these Nikes
Spin him when he's sinning like he tries
Never needed weapons, Fuck A Strap
No Knife
We're gonna write

that boy tuck in his tail
Weigh a scale, we be bussing bails, rock black like Christian Bale
Hit him with the rail straight in his mel' he ain't got no

I'm a bull you a rat, we two different terrier breeds
If I pull, I'ma clap, smoke a nigga like weed
Shall I? Nigga, proceed
I don't do business with

just wither away 
Don't get it twisted tho, everybody using somebody 
Just like crabs in a barrel, we need to hold on to a body 

Don't Be too quick

go hit a lick After a while, he gotta stop
Cause one day, boy, we gon' be real I'm frontin' to him

Boy, we stuck on shit for real, we never lackin' He

From the Ground Up

E-40

The Element of Surprise

1998

makin mail, couldn't take him to jail

We started, with nothing 
From nothing, we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From the bottom,

could have been him
I told him the whole story
Yet the way we are
We are not so different
Are we
Pass by me so close yet so
Distant
Cleanse those
Stayed

might be sipping
this ain't drunk as ye suppose, this here is the Holy Ghost
See I hold him close and I hold him dear, with the Holy Ghost i know christ

To Zion

Carlos Santana

The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill

1998

thinks, huh?
Willingness to do everything for that person (anything)
Okay, everything like, what? Explain
Let him talk, c'mon
If I asked him to talk

thinks, huh?
Willingness to do everything for that person (anything)
Okay, everything like, what? Explain
Let him talk, c'mon
If I asked him to talk

will start to fill with that fire from heaven above

I wanna be more like you
Thrown in and then tried by your fire
So I may come out just like pure gold

hath willed
His truth to triumph through us.
The prince of darkness grim,
We tremble not for him.
His rage we can endure,
For lo, his doom is sure
One

pressure
Now you acting like James Harden in the playoffs, make sure we stay off
We catch him right out on his day off
Since me and the gang we gon' cause

Oooh daddy, I'm a scavvy boi
Oooh i just wanna make you proud

Live by the gun die by the bullet
Dick like a trigger,  goes pop when I pull it
All

came across a gun
Infatuated by the sound
When the shots get sprayed, like
I'm about to take the
Streets through another phase
Look at my life (Look