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Yea, they call me Bizzo by the way
(By the way)
And we The9inetys by the way
(By the way)
We got that bounce mothafucka
(We got that bounce for ya

perfect kids
In a too perfect world
Today the part of man and woman will be played by boy and girl
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in

I spit bars you’ll turn pale
New school emcees be featherweights on scales
Ya’ll frail and so is yo rhyme schemes
It’s cheap yo technics weak by all

New kid on the block
Fresh in the game
Grind never stop
Ice in my veins
Think too much got the world on my brain
If you blink too much then the world

Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be's just a wannabe

Charms Alarm

Common

Thisisme Then: The Best of Common

2007

know me 
You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin' and you're phony 
It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride 
So when you see me homey, just

Mental Case

Dr. Dooom

First Come, First Served

1999

to blow niggas
Tech 9's, carbines, pointin' in your fuckin' faces
Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em
Q his kid left there, with

of shit before all of this
Well now I feel completely empty
Spent a week lost in albums made by my friends
Near the only thing that helps me feel rested

for the white kids who still singin' that "Thotiana" (Huh?)
In the back of they mom's new Honda, sayin'
"Please play the song 'Mo Bamba'!" (Hahah!)
This

with this shit but I gotta move faster (Catch me)
I'm droppin gems on they head like a smoove pastor (Dot my Ts)
Them niggas sleeping on the kid so I

tribe but limited sources


Guard the vintage the future is the Kids present and gifted minding my biz


Taught by hood saints like Aunt Doris plant life

I got a new whip
And that girl wanna fuck me think I'm clueless
I might fuck her once and give her two kids
I just keep on grinding I need blue

I grew up in a spot where the killers dwell
Used to witness deals on the block from 6 to 12
Kids throwing something up like they sick as hell
Tryna

block
In New Jerus where the crime don't stop
See a bunch of little niggas
Wearing scuffed up Tim's
If his stash been tapped it
Was probably Juanes Mins

Show Em What They Won

Nelly

Free City

2001

man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
It's the new way,

Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
I'm ready

New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink

or better when I touch stage
Girl, I crush the stage
Rich kids bum-rush the stage
Broke ones get rich too, trade-in
Isuzus, buy new friends too, remove

on the bench
Why you sneak round with your friends
You diss me you dissing yourself
Cause ain't no kids around on the block
By 13 we grown enough
I Break the law

Nothing's gonna be the same now
Mind is stuck in lonesome rain clouds
Making music with my greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's fuck

Stop Shammin'

Big Daddy Kane

Looks Like a Job For...

1993

One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue 
Between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during 
The days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block 
With Spence

shots
Communist cops, H&R Block's, with taxes
Bank money's all controlled by these Roman-Catholic's
Secret symbols of the Red Dragon, as the Phoenix

a nigga business 
    But don't knw how to mind hers 
           Never really gave a fuck 
     Let a nigga see 
 His kids 
         Hatin on my new bitch

Furiously Dangerous

Ludacris

Fast Five [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2011

We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous

Death by lyrical injection
I kill you

[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York

[G-Dep]
Really, get