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productions and you know the game is tight, hold up, 

You would think I’m Rachel Ray just by the way I’m cutting up, no I don’t kick it with my soldiers but

brother Ray Mr bust a nigga head

First I Spottem then I gottem 40 make a nigga beatbox
Niggas ain't got no sense now they got the streets hot
Riding round

be heaps of it ...
[Ratcliffe]
And I'll be on top of the heap!

My rivals back home
It's not that I'm bitter
But think how they'll squirm
When they see

by now, what you see here all of it's a lie
I can steal from your pocket when I shake your hand
Ooo ooo and I know you can't refuse

Wine from

brother"
"No I don't think you're right on that assumption listen"
"Alright"
"I just got news of the Silver and Gold King's death I don't know what to do"

will my son see my humor
Will he think I'm just a boomer or say that I'm a sick producer
Hopefully he thinks the same
The way I did when I refrained
I

together we can read thru
To all my friends I speak to
Momma loves you so just trust yourself and be you
Rex-ray vision I can always seem to see through
All

air
I think I'll just, stay
They stood by
But she, was there, to be what I need
Problems, are always there
She isn't perfect
Call it what you want,

Lately, it's just so hard to see
Why you're not here right next to me
I can tell that you're lying through your teeth
(Tell that you're lying through

This is not the way, that it goes now

Uh, I'm 24 and I'm real enough to say
If I don't make it big by 30 I'ma kill myself
I bet you think this is

I'm with a centerfold
Eight hundred originals
I was flipping Os
Ducking feds getting dough
And my pistol blow to niggas who think it's a joke
Ps hit

Posse On Verner

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

2001

In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot

Represent

Show & A.G.

Badmeaningood

2003

raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,

you listen to my written
You gon' see that it's nice
Rapping like chicken and rice
Up in your head like I'm lice
I just be rolling, rolling, rolling

Royalty

Cam'ron

Code of the Streets, Vol. 1

2004

a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get

the real thing
Couldn’t even go one minute but I’m sure they feel me
Some may wanna be me, they can’t even see me
Like John Cena Imma show you what I can be

rocking Prada boots I knew some way I'm a get paid
What else you got on you? Them gold chains hand 'em over thanks
Sorry to put a shot in you you should've

I am not a rapper, I'm a fuckin' artist
I am not a rapper, I'm a - artist
Verses perfect, on my Sommer Ray, this shit is flawless
Might just go

Not wit' a Dealer

MC Lyte

Eyes on This

1989

Miss see said (No, I'm stayin with my man
He stands by me, so I too must stand)
Girl, you're stupid, you're gonna take a fall
( *phone rings* ) and then

you, every challenge becomes a joyride.

In your eyes, I see a universe unfold,
A love story written worth more than gold.

[Chorus]
You, you bring out

Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama

Ghetto Cowboy

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Collection: Vol. 2 [Clean]

2000

Itll be trouble round here pretty soon
Glance across the room
I see this youngsta gettin ready to fire
But if he messin tonight 
I think that Krayzie

my hands up and made invisible glasses
I still couldn't see it
Treat a broke nigga like we playin' freeze tag, 'cause I just couldn't be it
Treat

that money on whims
They spend that money on guns, provide the strap for my hip
I hop in rays from the sun, my famished soul need a sip
Capri destination