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that the shit that I'm lovin
Fuckin dese hoes ain no cuffin
Don't talk bout bodies you was sum
Live by that gun you gon die by that gun
Don't be in these

Flow Joe

Fat Joe

Represent

1993

no I'm not a sucker
Never liked ball, so to hell with the Rucker
Always on my own never sweatin' nobody
Warm up a crowd like a bottle of Bacardi
I

little bitch just to match it
weed bad bitches money all i really live fo
smoke a blunt, by the beach near the damn fo dow
i dont need no sleep dream

reality drunk
The two by fours and three by fours the six by nine
I'm pushing the grind I'm putting the time up
So you get yours while I get mine

fucking ear
This is my life
Just another drunken night
Living by the bottle

Are we riding or what?
Couple grams in the blunt
What about that Jenny from the block
Tell her bottles of Henny on us
Writing verses with curses in

it's done
Night drive out with the regal
Ihop hop out 2 am
She'll hop out
With two friends
Stayin all out
Slayin all out
Just playin all out
Till

on my homies, you gon' leave with no jaw
Catch me in the back smoking fats with my crew at the five counting cash in the red by The car
Where my blunt at?

Just let a young nigga live 
     Tryna start a bigger business 
Hate the way my niggas live 
   Gotta Very short temper 
Don't fuck wit my dividends

on the scene
Well, it's not that we're rowdy, rude, raunchy or loud
But a match into nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two

Through the lights, cameras
And action glamour, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll
Plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased
By then

(dissolve)
It was 99 bottles of beer on the wall (on the wall), come on y'all (aww aww aww)

2
nd verse
Where do we go from here, under this atmosphere, feel

the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks

Everyday

Insane Clown Posse

Psychopathic Rydas Dumpin'

2000

after bitch, city after city
And I still treat'em shitty
Tell it to ya face yo, no lie
Everyday I live my life like the world 'bout to die
(Shaggy 2

where the heart is

Mine is scattered by miles and time

On this slow suicide with a pack of smokes and cheap bottle of wine

Passing trends and passing

or cruise
Tissue quiet a whisper that flew by
Official wit goons lives
That dismiss of a few

Yea we bigger than you
A trigger or two
Will let off

of dirt
You can tell by the way that we live
Onjogeza otya kumakya
Nga omanyi sinalya
Want to see me turn on your screen

Like 1,2,3
Count with me yeah we

preaching
Just wanna live life on my own

Now you all know I am dangerous
Keep that your opinions
I know all my shoe size
Give me one bottle just to cool up

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Hip Hop Essentials [Box Set]

2006

called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you

"What's love got to do"?
When I'm ripping all through your whole crew
Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk and
It's selling by

dive in
Park in it
Kick back
It's a drive in
Do you like that
Yeah I do
Cause you so freaky
2 live crew
I promise you when I'm done you'll be satisfied

You claim that's your bitch but she text me like who you with
I tell her pull up and then I show her how I live
Blunt after blunt, trappin' out Quality

I got too much

My God too much weed in my blunt
My God too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash,

the hood that you can't stay
I'll invite a nigga over then make him leave in the same day
Can you meet her?
I'm talkin bout a chick wit a Coke bottle