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me
Take the time get low with you
Let our spirit light the sea
Darkest tears been choking you
You you you
Give em a brand new view
Taste of a brand new

going up and down, all im thinking bout is paper
You got the game fucced up you a dead beat
Im walking through the door of my prime, BLESS ME
Bless Me, Im

like back up
Lay a nigga down like sheets on a mattress if we got the address
These niggas be actors give em Oscar for all of the practice
Stop all

I got problems, I got problems mothafucka
You ain't worthy of no mention if you ain't making me profit
I got homies by my sides, I keep my vision in

White Man'z World

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt)

Bein' born with less I must confess only adds on to the stress

screw up they face
Like it's Oscar the grouch in here
Got it up off of the muscle
We made it from nothing
But God
It was all word of mouth in here
Got it

do my thang
Old school rap brought that back in your face like Boomerang
With crazy culture, wisdom and jokes
This Oscar Biggs y'all don't want no

out the valley (believe it)
Fuck 'em all the time so you know I know about it, hey
(Rollin' down the road, road, brand new ride, ride, believe it)

em today? Yo, we not building Rome
Guess you wrapped up in the process
By the way it's going, its nonsense
Let's be honest, your interest is fake
Only

on brand though
Tell 'em I'm the man on demand
I done went and checked the ransom again, now them figures looking dope
If I'm putting that on brand

Hit 'Em High (The Monstars' Anthem)

Coolio

Space Jam

1996

'em low, hit 'em low
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

Yo, God bless
Pick up your chest

become a Muslim, wear a burqa
God bless
Then we don't know what's what with your face
God bless

The lesser is blessed by the better
God bless
Oh yes, I am

to tell em I’m the shit
Turned a song into sum clothes
Y’all can’t peep the shit I’m on
Sum hov and master P shit
The same nigga y’all said wouldn’t be shit

bless the dead
Moment of silence for em'

These nightmares fucking up
My sleeping habit's
All this pussy fucking up
My brand new mattress
Zombie Gang

That chick ain't bad she a monster
That ain't her man he a sponsor
Bands sittin on bands sittin on
Bands sittin on

That chick cappin need an Oscar

Cali to New York

De La Soul

Made

2001

As soon as A La stepped off (the floor)
People started hollerin (for more)
Beggin us to bless 'em with an (encore)
You know the Peas they game

Cali to New York

De La Soul

Bridging the Gap

2000

As soon as a La stepped off (the floor)
People started hollerin' (for more)
Beggin' us to bless 'em with an (encore)
You know the Peas they game

32 is dead

Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address

That brand new whipple home

bless 'em twice and they'll bless you back

Tippy-toein' and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin
I know y'all love it

'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers
Yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah

day
And it's all from tryin to get it
I'm talking bout that Pack they hate on me
Can't mistaking this shit
I ain't riding in no jag girl
This a brand

I keep my ten toes down I look up and I tell em
(Amen) God bless my niggas out here hustling on the streets
God bless the plug that man put me on my

of persistence
Success alone on my wish list, distracted by shawty cleavage
Blow your focus, your career will be hocus pocus
And hope can be an opiate without

money nigga thats for certain
These niggas ain't bout that work
These niggas ain't bout that work

I'm talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up)
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