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up it's in the 5 now 
5yrs later trying have my kids up in college 
Ice cube Busta Rhymes higher learning knowledge
That's the shit ya' girlfriend give

throwing west
Mr.hustla from the bottom
Every dollar gonna stretch
And its the way I'm living
It's the reason I flex
And Fuck a bish give her daddy dick
Then

a blunt or two 
I beat that pussy H20 I caught a W
Moral of the story is that she give oral too
Wherever there's smoke there's fire nigga
Whenever I smoke

crossroad. 
John Wack flow when I’m shot thru the door
Ludicrous Baby when I’m throwing them bows

Club Member status got the miles by the trillion
Its

political science i was bar-coded
Followed the path, then eroded it- blasphemy! In the booth, ugh banana-slip
Like Orange Cassidy, i don’t give a fucking shit

see no competition
I got my heart broke by a bitch so now i keep it pimpin'
Bro keep on ordering attachments
He tryn put the stick in
He tryn walk down

Look What You Did to Me

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

to the point
Somebody better take this infrared away
'Cause if it go too long, and I got a piece of chrome
And I want to you to come and look and see

I can go and fuck yo bitch and set you up jus by the bitch
It's a lot a Glocks .45s n .9s dis chop a .556
Please don't come to me on bullshit thinkin

that's unleavened
And I'm never coming down, be quiet, you hear the sound of smoke floatin'
If you don't, then smoke some more and it's live
You ain't

happily
Can't give it a rest until I give it all my effort
Even when I fell off rallied back like checkers
Shorty acting up because she love it when I check

that down town we don't front
Spark the blunt, give em what they want
Psycho thugs, loaded slugs
Loco in la cabesa
Get away rides in ce pasa
Destination

Freedom

Grandmaster Flash

Grandmaster Flash Vs. the Sugarhill Gang

1997

the rest

[Raheim]
So my name is Raheim
I'm a son of a queen
I'm the king of a castle
Don't give me no hastle
Young ladies in the place, put me

away
I was wishing on stars starting to go some happy place
What the fuck is a hope without no realness, niggas just kill it in half a day
By

my whip looks like it should be owned by Jeremy Clarkson or Richard Hammond
Feds pull me like I'm a drug baron
Chatting bare shit, can't understand

the homies so dance
I know I look like I give a fuck by a glance
But look a little harder, I never had a chance

Chorus:
Lets take it back to 85
Air Jordan

independent w my s
I feel the love I feel the hate
If you fwm keep it straight
Cus I will notice what you on
And trust me I don't really play no games
Lately I

gotta kill her
She said you got no courage stick it in
Threw her away like my old verses in my bin
Thousands of miles still getting Laid
Thousands

it 

Nights I was calling you 

That never bothered you 

When it was your idea

 It seemed like the right thing to do 

Pick you up by 10 

We get

away
Fuck it I don't need you, broke my heart, put it on layaway
Workin makin' bread, this shit gets easier just day by day
Hangin with my boys and we

understand
For me it's hard to open up
I'll do whatever I can
As long as you stand by my side
The sun raises when the rain stop
I can stop your heart I can

By the clouds puffing og 
But don’t come around, you do not know me
No fun around, by my lonely
Hop in a whip, w the homies
Fucked withcho bitch,

legendary
I promised a tape back in February
I been workin' hard its been gettin' scary
I'm a get it by any means necessary
Hustle, go and get it, got it

Ask Ya Self

Teflon

Krumb Snatcha Classics

2004

stanze
You coming in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs
Nigga we bang with the best, the models to rest
Create drama, rock armor, Smith & Wess-ons

Blood

away 
I have something to prove 
There's ten of them 
Ten marks 
The plan must proceed 
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E 
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