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a dangerous type thrill
Locked doors she hide our souls
These challenges we like
Leave like they don't have to know
We hit the road and I shut down

This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by

managers
I sit by the phone but I haven't heard
Two spots and ten thousand challengers
And I know that money's for managers
But goddamit, art is for amateurs

that she holds
Like the flags on the ground
You're Making your way
When you're counting your
Days go by all themselves
You still wishing you're someone

(nah)
I ain't talkin' to you, baby, 'less you bookin' ten shows (what?)
Bought a 2026 'Rari, Lamborghini doors (what?)
That's like two-point-five mil'

10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm runnin' my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say chill
So she puts

Lil One

Lil Wayne

Lights Out

2000

I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month I'm done with it
(Baby)
I understand, But you ain't

Big dawg status, the money athletic Haters is pathetic, send me to the doc, I
spit that sick shit And hit a new lick, they got my pocket thick
Haters

And the rest of your friends which meant
We by the door of the club and we ready
For travelin' chicks
Under my arm with the bottles I'm carryin'

Cognac is in me

Take another dose finna dose off
Four by four surf take the doors off
Four three two one nigga blast off
Sipping syrup i ain't had one cough
I cat

Retaliation Is a Must

Bun B

Trill

2005

wit you hoes
Retaliation is a must
First nigga make a move, first nigga hit the dutch

[Mddl Fngz]

Yeahh, now I stand on my two feet,
One playa, two

Big dawg status, the money athletic Haters is pathetic, send me to the doc, I
spit that sick shit And hit a new lick, they got my pockets thick
Haters

and night       
Sometimes... In my two cities

White day... No ground rules 
Sun hits our faces, out the door, off to school 
No second thoughts no

Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who

Sum'n Like a P***

YoungBloodZ

Ev'rybody Know Me [Clean]

2005

when I hit da door
Yell word on the street that you ain't got no hoes

'Cause see its sum'n like dis, sum'n you'll neva be
Grind everyday anyway sum'n

how 

Sooo, who Are you?
What, do ya do?
Where is ya stu?
When is ya album due?
Why are ya dropping 2?
How come you have yet to blowwww
Questions

One On One

DJ Crunk Mix

Crunk: Da Mix Tape 2

2005

(D-Roc)]
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad

my line I'm at the door soon as they hit the phone
And my jewelry froze
Catching niggas stealing flows
I was selling stones when I had that herringbone

One on One

Ying Yang Twins, DJ Smurf

Bootleg Crunk: Da Mix Tape

2004

(D-Roc)]
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad

Haven't got a union
My coworkers suffer silently
Some get revenge by stealing from the stock
Mine comes after lunchtime
I clock in hit the lavatory

go separately we’ll talk about both of these legends
The only 2 people who never hit a dead end
But the world had some critics and considered their

Daily Reminder

Leaders of the New School

T.I.M.E.

1993

make 
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize 
Of americal not America mer 
Medler rich peddler "hold up? 
Which ways up whatever high 
Heather by bush push

Wear my credentials like it's jewelry, they gave my flowers cemented
To hell with honorable mentions, artists are comical, temptin'
Horrible albums

outside his in the devils reach
No TLC, Glock with a red light special make niggas tend to creep
Kick door, where the stash or get identified by your teeth