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Pull Tha Cars Out

Method Man

Wu Block

2012

line like private events in airports
And live by the code I'mma bust mine
Word, tunes, start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear
Don't get a stain

the street
Been getting harder yeah yeah
I ain't never broke a bond
That I needed in my life
Got to keep a close eye
On all my niggas
Cause they all livin

and Rice Krispies treats
I see em dissing on the net that shit don't get to me
Told em will find a way back if that shit meant to be
Reunite nigga never that

a disconnect
The street lights blinding me
Like my thoughts
Blindsided by worst intentions, oh my
How we've grown apart
Crash dummies on every corner
The alley

stopped going, then I'm knowing that the love will all be done
I don't wanna change or stay the same, it is an awkward one
Picture that, now all I got's

Thousands & thousands of previous rivers on the sun
What can be said of the light that time omits
Who will cherish this light if it is let go of into

Frontline

Organized Konfusion

Super Rappin'

1999

slash, cross hatch slash, cross patch
Every word of mine will be verbally so tight to match
That or that I hit you harder than Caterpillar trucks
In

Skeet off no parking we hot in the city
I get on her ass and she give me her titties
Just know that my niggas don’t fuck around
Just know that my niggas

never, ever, ever
Let you go, you know
I will never, ever, ever
Let you go, you know

Take my hand
Through these streets
The city's dark
It's just you

your head
I’m your monster by design

We are the wreckage
Sinking under the waves.
Never to sail again
If you’d have your way
(If you’d have your way)

not that same
We not that same
Looking for blame
I'm Leaving a stain
Catastrophic
For the profit
No money in
My Wallet
Still not a target
Just

my rivals bout my rhyme skills there is history 
Beast
To say it all ima eat
So that my daughter can feast
Time to slaughter the streets
To be honest

sleep my nigga 
I ain't cocky bout my path 
That's by no means 
Sugar water babies 
Tryna make it off a hoop dreams 
Poppa was preacher 
Mama was teacher

,
they said that I’m obliged
to say that I’m alright.

I’m broken by design.
isn’t it so nice to
put some tears on ice
for this time.
I’m broken by

Never saw my future, I was blinded by my own sin
Haven't found a way to shed my own old skin
Fooled by the illusions in my time of trying
This fairy

Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit

Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'

Appreciate the years cause this when time fly by
Homies movin out the city, wipe the tears out my moms eye
You invited to the barbecue though
Too old

better be home when the street lights on
That's my advice if you want to survive
Shits too real it's do or die
Killing each other in the blink of an eye

The Hit

Killarmy

Fear, Love & War

2001

cocked, ready to release hollows
And never come to shootout with a gun that's borrowed
You think niggas forgot about that lick
In that mini street war

We Can Get Down

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it

I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never

by the park (???)
Don't you pull down in them 'partments after dark (don't you do it)
Five niggas five choppas and a brick a hard (brick a hard)

Breakin' My Heart

Little Brother

Get Back

2007

But I ain't never had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin' right, by you and the kids
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he

stroll down a street or two.
Stop by some places that I know
and see whats become of me.
Stay close and comfort.
The winds that tear em up.
Now,

or the city I live in
We really don't feel it
'Cause you could be nice with the lyrics but ain't got that real nigga feeling
Now real niggas feel this
Fuck