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Street Life

Master P

Give It 2 'Em Raw

1998

[Chorus]
Street life, is the only life we know
(That's all I know) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, gotta hustle for our dough
(I'm just tryin' to get it

charge them bitches extra
You're bleeding by a great white and I just caught the scent every dollar every cent 
I'm biting off all I can get
I'm chewing

mean it when I say that bruh
We gotta turn the fuck up right now
Turn the fuck up
I know you miss me
You missed odrizzy
Yeah, bitch, I'm about to go
Fuck

I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these

Drop Yo Top

E.S.G.

Da Heavyweighters Tilting the Scale

2006

rock with me
Swang and bang I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me

Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.

Drop Yo Top

E.S.G.

City Under Siege

2000

rock with me
Swang and bang I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me

Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.

Let It Bang

The X-ecutioners

Built From Scratch

2002

And a nigga first love is a drug
We all fascinated by thug activity, street life liberty
Whole ghetto remedy, toss 'em a slug

It's the untameable, nonflammable

Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That

You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy

don't do shit
Gotta get back in the stu, gotta make it
Watch me when I make it, break the matrix
Watch me get a motherfucking house by the forest with all

Nobody touching me
I am like cutlery
Spreading the butter to brothers right under me
My girl a luxury, she ain't the same
They only know you by your

you 
Round the clock
I try not to make it seem like 
I don't wanna be involved 
I know I've been slippin' y'all 
Yeah this is Dylan takin' fault 
Abby

it they will come kill us?
Young nigga trynna get weathy like Bob Dylan
This one for the city now who gonn be top billing?
I really be talking money

to hate
I know a nigga who pop Perc's just to get by through the day
I'm from that warzone, uh
I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding

Managing the district 
Humor us by claiming that your 
Motives aren't intrinsic
Yet the moment that you clock out 
You're the only one who benefit

Dylan

I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these

I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these

wanna say
"BAOW" and get ya crew amped up
Cause now-a days a "BAOW" is really all
It take for the gas to start
I've mastered arts
I say I'm the devil in

like a kite, it wouldn't cost a price
And even if it did it always be right, just like I'm Bob Barker
When I speak, pay attention, go over my words

Interlude 5

Lauryn Hill

MTV Unplugged No. 2.0

2002

just, you know, after all that, I'm just ready to be me. And it's a lot to work through, you know, because all of us have hidden in these little boxes

ain't hip
I can go all night at with this shit
Keep it going, yes, yes, that's right
I supply anything that you like
I suppose that you ain't hip
I can go

I went on my own to
Jamaica, to Bob Marley's old studio
And sang of a lovely, doomed young friend:

"Fatima Fatima, I'm in America
I make rhymes and I

of truth, I'll give you facts right now
Fuck this cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit
Got

perks of being God's gift
I'm gift wrapped, they ain't gone never try me
It ain't only on phones I'm verified by Face-ID
Look. Trying to get closer