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money up, ain't nothing
Come fuck with me

Guys like pretty girls in the world
Women love men with money
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan
Well

The frisson gives me electric chills
It's karma dressed in melody
It’s so right
Cause music is my...

Turn on
Turn it up

Music is my remedy
Tonight
The frisson

these bitches fuck
With this version of me
Man all my shit is steady
Keep it a klipa when I hop on the beat
These niggas ain't far from the cops
And I

ain't 'bout to stop, no cap
Not fittin' in like a double XL tee, I've sized up
And I'm walking in the room like Parker
Peter robbed Paul just to pay me

flattened
You don't wanna open up
The missile silo hatches
I will end up in a cell like cytoplasm
The shell give 'em spinal fractures
The gauge is 12
Like

bottles sit
Inspired by the fires and chorus of broken promises
Yeen gotta focus on my hands to know what time it is
An Ace up my sleeve and a Juacquin

available June 18th

It's a great match
(Out) Just barely out things seem to
Be heating up on the court

Young turn the music up
Turn the lights down, i'm in

Riding round my city in tha quarter ton
Sunroof open looking up
Smoke is clearing venting out
What I see
Weak ass niggas in my town
Imma keep it real

and it's we
Open my eyes now I see
I gotta give you some love and affection
Baby I try to caress you
I been so focused on one in direction
Pull up and be

Yeah, it's all fact no fiction
It's my interpretation
Wanna know how it went down? I'll tell ya
Yo, Biz turn me up a little
Bit in the headphones man

THE GAMES UP YOUR COVERS BLOWN     



Music by Paul Rudolph and Alan Davey. Lyrics and melodies by Lucas Fox, adapted by Paul Rudolph.

The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

Rock the House

1987

For those in the past who dissed me don't deny it
What? Your sorry? Don't even try it

Word man
People are a trip
Putting everybody down what's up

a clone
The great value version

Bitch I'm through with school but I'm still getting paper
I be doing me all the time, fuck a hater
I'm rude then I'm wavi,

to Diddy like “Sean, are you proud of me yet?”
Mouth open, can't throat it so he chokes on the head.
I'm just playing Kelly, you know I....
Can't stand you

Verse 1 (Neak):

Lord knows, I'm so sedated in sorrow save me with prayer it's precious the soul, it's days prayers like the pliers compressions

you're bathroom 
Try to tell me this beat is dead
That's just cos I murder it
Get it in your head like a song on the radio
Ain't impressed by a popstar

prophecies never bothered me when I was younger
Sitting on my Grandma's lap, as she cried I often wondered
What was her tears for?
Could it be for my

Still Standing

Goodie Mob

Still Standing [Clean]

1998

the streets do the majority of raising,
Of children who end up dead before hearing what you said.
And it's sad, so all I can write about is what I had.

light leads us to where we belong
So let's run red lights with the radio on, turned up way too high singing the songs that we know

There's no sign

New Benz like send, they run up out of grand
And the trunk read Trae
So they know that I'm the man
Me Paul Wall, in a slab out of Texas
In a Cadillac,

turned fascists while the other half died

Why's it that a ticket out 
Is always a Faustian deal with the devil?
The field's not level whatever
Give me

gone be smokin' on me
Get to fuckin where you fit in
If you want it throw yo bucks in
Trade yo truck in
Put something on it

[La Chat]
Hold up, now how

from me you can't afford it
Drugs in my cauldron, mixin' up the potion
Young white witch in the Styx, just flowin'
Creepin' like I'm Voldo
Posted in

This song don't give a damn
If the rhymes don't fit, if the DJ quit
This song don't give a damn
If you can't sing or dance to it
Can't romance to it