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guys in there
And there's a bottle of gin
And there's things being rolled up
We all know what I'm talking about
You, first of all, are a liar
You're dumb

salad like Caesar/
Hol on wait, can’t give my heart to no skeezer,
I keep my heart in da streets/
She wanna come join the elite, but I give ha right back

really in street shit
Emptiness in my soul
Still turn five to ten pieces
I done been inside six precincts
I don't listen when pigs speakin'
All that

sir)
In the sand
I'll get you washed up in the sand
How many damns do I give
Zero divide by six
I don't give a damn, if she don't got bands
She don't got

Message [Re-Record]

Grandmaster Melle Mel

The Greatest Hip-Hop Songs, Vol. 1

2014

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta

to rock the crowd in this place
When I rhyme God looks down with a smile on his face
On my knees hope that the Lord can forgive my curse
I murdered all

potholes
Now zombies on them streets 
Niggas zooted, broke, depressed & chained up by some LEAN

Can't blame my ghetto yout
When government, a money fiend

I'ma cop a FN, let it sign like Cassie
When I'm in that Beamer, nigga, no
You can't pass me feel like Rich the Kid
I always got a bag on me
Like a proud

some shots, let 'em sleep in the Jeep
Saved by the bells, ain't talkin' bout Screech
Crash out in 'Raq cause I'm good in the street
I don't sell

for Mills
All cause they got caught by the blue
With a coloured pack of pills
Injecting false money
Tryna numb how that famine feels
We already picked

never really gets easy
But hold on! It gets better, kid, you gotta believe me
It's hard to keep breathing in this kind of pressure
That leaves your soul

to Lag
Every Borough every street feeling the joint from T
U C K Tyght records
Cats in the club they Rockwilder like they’re Method
Allstates count

pockets big
Okay, I make songs that get recited by your kids
They don't wanna handle love, but broads got pictures of me on their cribs
And this is what it

like
Like Burna Boy, I'm a giant boy
Beating on my chest like King Kong
Riding to the beat like ride one
Feed it to the streets like, God damn
All night

they mouth
I'm a G all by myself, I don't gotta be a hundred deep
I could go anywhere I want, I be damned a nigga do somethin' to me
You got me

Crumble Your Tower

The Grouch

My Baddest B*tches [DualDisc]

2003

yeah that's funny
We do it in the streets for fun
Since I was young, hip hop made adrenaline run
And I was dumb, to think it was the same for all
But now

in the spliff by the lift
It be what it be and it is what it is
They said if I tried it, they wildin'
And kickin' my shit 'cause it isn't for kids

of the street that was dusty and narrow
The dirt was some chickens and sparrows
A dog slept in the shade
And the people they strolled
Like they felt plum

on me
Cheated on Nick
Damn I fell sorry for your little kid
He just wants a daddy that he can play with
Instead of a mom, he was raised by a bitch

Shit,

system overload 
Overdose too dope you go OD 
Word on the streets I’m giving OT
Money coming in like a forex scheme 
your favourite rapper deal got it all

ever clear might need to chase it

Oscar De La Hoya have them bobbing I'm weaving a gang warriors
And we mobbing the streets with the same old boys that

and when I'm finished, y'all can get her
Hahaha, they funny, man, tell 'em Nique, I been here
People street like a mirror
Selling fruit snacks in December

Aye I'm not a rapper but I can rap like y'all Detroit…
Wait this Detroit Flow 3 y'all should already know this by now
Man fuck the intro nigga

the stench
We get them grammies in by the cents
Popping the xannies like I got no sense
Ratchet city bitch I come from the trench
Fuck up the mall now I feel