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all away
I wake up In the morning thinking it's a great day
I'm working every second life's to short to play
Everyday I go to school just waiting for

what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your "six can't rhyme" groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted
My deadly

what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your "six can't rhyme" groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted
My deadly

battle for P.R. cause that's where I'm really from
You heard my story? How I had to get off Smack to start pushing through?
Well I heard your story,

All my gees
I’ve been working night and day
After what i see
It's time we gon get that pay say
All my gees
All my friends bros
Pull up at a party

The Blueprint

Boogie Down Productions

Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip Hop

1989

Musty fusty yet so crystal clear 

The non commercial set is now here 

Brought to you by the will of positve people 

K are S plus One equals

a bike not a limousine
Bank account is in a guillotine
By myself on the mezzanine
Wildin' out get the ketamine

All them clowns just upsetting me
You know

Whether jewels and cars or broke by the bars
Y'all keep hatin, hatin, hatin
I love when you hate
When you hate you hate on me for
My grind,

the 605
Honey please be at home for dinner by nine
I made your favorite soup with fried rice ain’t that nice
I even made you some steak better than Angie’s

Give the People

EPMD

Business as Usual

1990

and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors
One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
But what about the Beatles, G,

What's up with all the hate though
What's up with all the hate though
Cause all I done for you niggas is make roads
What's up with all the hate

Good Lookin Out [LP Version]

Marques Houston

Split Personality

2006

a book by its cover
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Somethin' told me from the get-go you was the wrong dude
What looks good ain't always the best for you
But I'm

where the album at
If I whip it out boy I bet you she gon slobber this
Get shit off my chest better yet I bech press shit
For the longest I been next how

no play play
Everyday thanking the Lord
But we we don't share same fate
Don't judge a book by its cover
Ween on the same page
Don't care what you hear

brodie said he's working on his Jumper never hooped at all
Hold up wait wait wait wait
This a 2 for 1
This the shit you play em when they ask you what have

racks you ain't rich for nun
Praise the King and that's blessings for everyone
Ice Pateks and Givenchy let's get it done
You say "Jesus ain't King" man

Get Off My Block

Busta Rhymes

When Disaster Strikes [Clean]

1997

straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't

Get Off My Block

Busta Rhymes

When Disaster Strikes

1997

straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't

know it gets harder to sleep
Promise you'll wait for a nigga, if it came to it would you be the one that's saving a nigga?
Baby don't play with a nigga

infinite
It's yo' choice drown in it
Or roll with it
You stupid fuckas'
Tryin' to test my genius
If you dumb enough to ask for smoke
You'll get extinguished

you got here too late for them to fix you 
a plate, get up early tomorrow and wait for the bus 
and let them play your voice and hand it back. it's

get thumbs up like hustling for a ride
Jotting down your plans to take over the reins you
Practice every day to show 'em what you can do
Even if it

just play the game 
Don't make the rules baby
Hold up, hold up 
Don't get it confused baby
It's not what you say 
It's what you do baby
And it's not what

gotta get my head embedded
In your minds, in your lives
'Cause I won't appeal or sell to you if I'm not one of your kind
So what, you want me to rap about