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Aren't y'all always truckin'
Aren't y'all always truckin'
Is that dog food
What up, doggy? Lock it up

This is a place built by my doggy
Sheesh, two

grew up on Linkin Park, so I know it doesn't matter
Because in the end, these voices have fucked with my head
I'm about to wind up dead, my life, it

Living in the World of Hip Hop

MC Shan

Down by Law

1987

livin in the world of hip-hop

Hip-hop
Hip-hop
Hip-hop
Hip-hip-hop [x2]

I am the creator of my hip-hop style
With a level of college understood

A Day in the Life

Tupac Shakur

Beginnings: Lost Tapes 1988-1991

2000

brothers in the park, all bringin' the noise
Stepped out the car, Levi's saggin'
Gold around my neck with my limb-walk laggin'
Walked up on my boys with

We them niggas at the park
We just wanna ball selling dope
Then we get a car and
Don't know what it's called niggas foul
But the referees don't get

ça fait Clic Clic Bam !
J'suis dans l'équipe type ta grand mère chiale
Elle écoute du Linkin Park j'ai l'riddim qui tape !
Mes gars sont au tel jsuis

War Rats

Cappadonna

Cappadonna Hits

2001

turn now
Life is too short and too foul
Fake Brothers will get exiled
Staten Island style, chicka-Pow!

[Chorus: x2]

I drop paragraphs

Here I Am

Shyheim

Shyheim a/k/a the Rugged Child

1994

the town suff
Let it rain in the park as I start the spark
Tah kick the fly rhymes and have you blowin' in the dark
...yo punk as!

chorus (x4)
Say yeah!

To take a walk in central park
And marvel at God's creation
But then
To be approached
By yet
Another Karen
Who forgot
That as a child
We were taught
To not

of spiders
I want a ten-foot-tall crack pipe
And a license to beat my wife
And my own amusement park
Where I can do what or whoever I like
I grow tired

Loungin' Wit My Cru

Cru

Da Dirty 30

1997

like how I put shit together 
(So what's your deal for?) Aiyo I'm down for whateva

Chorus 2X

{Chadeeo}(The Mighty Ha)
Back of my building, the park

by my homey dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey style who I ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto',

What you looking for, what you looking for, what you need? (chorus 8x)

(juicy j)
It's about 7:30, a nigga out there early early
I'm on the ? burna?

cooler
Grey Goose and big Ruger the fact is
I pose for low in Gazelle glasses
The booth Ted Dibiase just tripled the carats
And you can tell by the style I

Wallah, huh, alle Geckos, ah villi-villi
Park' den Benzo im Ghetto, ah villi-villi
Niketrikot, Dresscode, ah villi-villi
Mein Verhalten bleibt

Take You There

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

The Main Ingredient

1994

em know we in the house 
CL hit em off with the verses 

Never judge a book by the cover; discover the Soul Brother 
With the Mecca Don Workin'

Symphony 2000

EPMD

Def Jam 200x

on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like

Kokonyas
When you smile;
You look better
In every style;
You look hotter
I want to stick by you my babe
Nini unachofanya;
Na ni nini unachosema;
When your

like Sada
Put a nigga in park i garage um
Part these niggas be part of the problem
When you balling they starting to foul ya
Tryna put up a hunnet for

yet
But a Neva nuttin too crazy
Dem fake and dem shady
Cya beg me Nuh favor a pussy haffi pay mi
A so Di ting set lately[x2]

Hear good me you can’t

From that events which occur in dense fog
Accumulates clouds monsoons and thick smog
By the way this is protected by the green that I'm smokin'
With

to Pharma or 'Mount

Can't forget my Eg's kickin' up in Danforth, mark it
X the Golden Mile, 'round like Wexford Park it
See we all got a drive here like it's

Song Title: Reality Check
Written By: Moose
Produced By: DOPEBOYZ 

Verse One: Can I Busta rhyme like Busta, can I get this shit poppen, and spinning

worth losing to
No beat creds, for producers, too
The Em beats got better grooves than you
Or wait, the NF ones, or-
Linkin Park? Wait I'm lost
Which one