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Twice Inna Lifetime

Mos Def

Black Star

1998

get they microphones snatched like Lee patches
So YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram)
My lyrics they get up in your jeans like

thinking of you
When I be rolling up a fat one, boy I'm thinking of you
You got me going like uh
I'm feelin the rush, I like to fuck
Let's get buck in

up out the Audi and I'm
Ridin' shit just like a
I taught you how to finesse, man
Call me Mr flip
If he's asking for some smoke give
Him a pack

Brooklyn (Go Hard)

Jay-Z

Promo Only: Rhythm Radio (January 2009)

we blue collar
Rip it to the core, underneath it all we harder
Right into the clip, bring it to the floor
One step, one step, give it up more

when you messing with a villain 
Runnin' a muck up on you whack cunts, sippin' on your mrs
Stick my dick up in your sister you be drillin' for a visit

a nasal
He got a whole pack of shit, they might get take a stable
We jam, your man, we had to leave him in his jammies

I'm tryin' to be up in a ride-out,

Loosey In The Store With Pennies [Remix]

Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog

2014

just about how well they all conceal
Conceal the deal with this one, it's been a journey
Now people wanna do business
Hold up, lemme give my attorney

assist
Or play arenas, 10,000 folk looking up at one
But my wishes won't get granted by a genie or a god
And I can't see to my future cause it's clouded by

slow
Ain't trying give no brain I think it's time for you to go
Lil shawty do the most she think I'm fucking on these hoes
We get that coke in by the O
I

Gone be up's gone be down's believe Me (Believe Me)
Life is short you don't want no Regrets (Naww)
Give em flowers while they here
And I know that it

wanna show up
Don't listen to them niggas man, they don't fucking know us
You get no love
I give no fucks
Bitch, I am focus
Now I'm doing donuts
Slicing

Ace Iz Wild

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

Turn up the microphone
	(Ace is wild!) Yeah...

Mr. Gangster, who you trying to kid?
Fake, flam, and fess and dress the way you did
This is

know how to get by
If you hustlin' never get high on ya supply
Make sure you re-up before you touch a dime
Don't put your faith in these hoes they be

Pull Ya Hoe Card

Kam

Made in America

Homies in the hood askin me (What's up with that nigga?)
If you only knew, you'd probably do somethin drastic
That's why I don't be kickin it, cause niggas

want to be
awesome like a milli papas
k to downtown
I ride bike to drop by
get up and do something all
the beggars Im not
gonna give you
cigar and money

Yessir
Trappin' hard tryna get my bands up
Had to get it by my lonely had to run it up
Niggas steady plotting so I gotta keep it tucked

We some hot

done want your man served up
That'll get the fans worked up
Homie really wanna play, stir it up
I'mma catch me a wave, surfs up
Gliding on the track like

me shit
If u wanna ride get high, n roll up nigga
We gone slide by wit style n they can’t fuck wit us
Now roll up nigga, roll up nigga
Roll up nigga,

heat)
I'm by myself up on this (Corner)
(You know I got to get money)
I'm by myself up on this (Corner)
(Fuck all you hatin' ass niggas, come on)

I was

talk to bacon
Tryna lock my brothers up (oh) so many open cases
My bruddas are risking their freedom
Just to get stuck in the deep end
I can't leave them

Don't fuck with me
I'll cut your next Mrs
I'm the cynic
Boy, you're senile
Go run away
And cop your next vile
Get loaded with that has-been
Catch me with

AND YOUTHS GET SHOT AND LAID
	DOWN 6 PLUS AND WE STILL ADD WEIGHTS
	MACHINES, OR FARM FOR MORE MEALS
	GOT A WHOLE BLOCK TO FEED AND FEDS INTERVENE
	MR

Ballin' hard like we play in the league
My boy get to stressing start pouring up lean
I need Wok or the Tec I'm not pouring up green
I ain't bringing

back
I get big claps they don't even know to act
You want big facts we got mr.sun on the track
And you big mad cus you know that half of you wack
I treat