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Ooh, I'm here!
So open up the door for me (who is it?)
It's Hopsin
I'm Here
So open up the door for me
Hurry up and let me in (na na na na na)

o)
Only money dey ginger mi o
More love less ego Wizzy, five
In this world you come and you go, na why me I no dey rush
And my guys for West Taribo,

somewhere in Paris
Hands on with the noise nigga no tambourine
It's fuck yo whole team and the whole Jamboree
Bet you we make em all back up I bet you we make

should I grow up and sell
She tell him kid you trying to hustle in hell
The PTSD is caused by the bell
And you trying to change too much shit why so swell

The L.A. Song

People Under the Stairs

The Om Years

2008

gonna make it happen man

Who wanna test?
We lickin' off shots in the west
We make believers out the best
Lay the weak to rest
In southern

global  fucking domination in this rap shit 

Word is Bon Jovi

Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and Ruck go 
Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by

(Piece by piece
We can get there
Just keep going forward
This is an example of that
Because this shit ain't all
Figured out
It's just a bunch

strapped you dis me in a song
Get yo ass clap like a round of applause
Ar's and niggas thats down for the cause
We gone step on yo steppers til we get em all

Blood Type

Queensbridge Finest

DJ Hotday Present Lost & Unreleased, Vol. 2

2007

bring a nigga in know his blood type
What's your blood type?

Yo a-alike, that mean true to the game
West coast thugs, my niggas like one and the same

like passing out a lot of demons in my sleep
We be hanging out, wondering when I'll make my first million
A lot of things to do, just to put my niggas

Mic check, fool I need room
Niggas be acting funny, fuck 'em
They makin' me no money
Listen but don't study the rap style
I dwells up in 7 Mile

Dead or in Jail

Statik Selektah

Statik Kxng

2016

or in jail
I'm free, I'm alive, I got money
I ain't dead or in jail
I ain't dead or in jail

It's funny how you niggas think you harder then

a heads up I’m just sayin 
This old cat got two lives remaining 
That’s two more
Than you bitch niggas in training 
It’s like I called my agent
Wit a blunt

(Chorus)x2
We Creep, creep, creep, and we crawl,crawl
Crawl, ballin' on all of y'all
Niggas heavy in the game
And we connectin' the plots, and we

To acquire this success is all I really wanted
My crodies life went west and now his body fit the coffin
Them bullets match your vest so all my niggas quick

met you in the West
And I'm a give you my all 'til it's nothing left
On God
I'm on my way when she gets nasty
I need your touch and your loves

a fuck
Cause I know I'm the best
Patty comin in with the best beats from the west
Ask me how I get by
I don't touch or molest
Now enough of that talk
Lemme

or Japan
One day you wanting dick then you wanna say goodbye
Other days you cant even look me in my eyes
To all these niggas who be leaching off a girl
Say I

The Americans

Byron Macgregor

The Americans

The United States dollar took another pounding on German
French and British exchanges this morning
Hitting the lowest point ever known in West

I'm guided
Bullshitting not a option
You put in what you get out it
But aye... I'm just foolin
While you other niggas cooling
I'm grinding it's too much

in again)

I keep guns in my body by my liver (Facts)
Cold hearted nigga
In the winter I hardly shiver
We don’t do a lot ‘cause
Them cars they get

up?)
They playing us in they high school (what's up, what's up, what's up?)
Ha, now you niggas playing by my rules
Wait, look up

Flood the town,

the piece pulled
You better duck if the piece full, it ain't peaceful in the wild wild Westchester
And it's the same in each hood, niggas trying to eat good

cyo NIC McG, NIC McG! Word is niggas is wasting beats because they only spitting' one verse on a track.
So in other words, they ain't got nothing