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To make all of my fellows
A million dollar made

First 2, what they do
These shades me 2 grand
Guess you could say I pay
For crystal clear view man
Them

man i’m calling yo hoe

After yo hoe count up cash with my bro
(After yo hoe count up cash with my bro, after the show man i’m calling yo hoe)
Yeaaaah

the beach
By the beach, by the beach
By the beach, by the beach
Get another Uber, we gon' need more seats
Stuff a wood with the gram
Oakwood with the fam

you G without y'all I would've never made it
Staying on they neck keep a yung Nigga motivated
Man I'm selling gas by the load like a bp
Cubans shine in

Departure

Bauhaus

Burning from the Inside

1983

And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which
The door was made 
At first, he thought he'd imagined it 
Because it would not have been

Nature of the Threat

Ras Kass

Soul on Ice

1996

Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet
First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat
And a pale man walks in the threshold

of the dance,
the naked feet shall caress Sheela Na Gog,
the naked bodies moistened by wood's breath,
the naked minds dancing in the air,
and the shrewd spirits,

clenched in Fists
On the Night Anabelle died the River froze.
 
Id never seen such Savagery in my Life
Her Skull cracked open 
By the Axe still planted in

Uh

Running through the woods, I drop my nine in the snow (uh)
Ten feet deep, look like a pile of the blow
Had to choke a motherfucker

the woods 
You know I got pack 
I'm with the squad 
We picked up sack 
Can't trust these fake 
Man these Niggas is wack 

She wanna get it in 
I'm in the zone

Three brothers 
Were walking through the woods
One was bit by a snake
And killed where he stood

One hid shadows
Haunted by his thoughts
And one

noticed was - pure music
Untampered with by things showbiz does older
Thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug
Juice from the street light
It almost

I could light on the stove
Dark at night, I'll drop a log in the fire
Wander in the woods out in the cold
I got the shit you could play for your

AXe chops wood blade fells trees
Liars cheat and lovers leave
You knocked me down
Cut me to my knees

Shot of courage kitchen knife
Two timing man I

Many a Good Man

The Black League

Doomsday Sun

There's a man in the woods upon that hill
With a rope in his hands, with a will to kill some time:
To kill his only thing!
The thing that kept him

Megan good morning
Catch me rollin' with Kelly or
At the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want ‘em all
Man I swear that I want them all
Wanna

I was orphaned as a child
Lost in the woods and raised by owls
I tried so hard to get the bones back out
I was not born to the darkness
I learned

Rumble

Method Man

Wu-Tang Collective

2003

from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit

Tired of living in a small town
In the woods by the sea
I do one tiny little thing
And everybody knows me
So I smile at the man at the diner
I smile

but
I got the same ambition
Same mentality, the same intuition
Besides a little money
Man ain't much difference
Still got the same bob when
I walk with

I'm the river that flow to the hood,
To the woods,to the birds, to the mud,
To the bricks over the curves, 
To the forced bizarre got with 4 acres

that you've left

(The woods ignore your calls outpour)
Why had you wandered so much?
Guided by light and not by touch
Could your light not foretell?
It

Rapper's Delight [7" Single Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

The Sugarhill Gang

1980

until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my

I seen her eyes now your girl she wanna chill wanna chill at
Wanna be with a real one
That's by me by me
I stay molly gwapped in that key big tree