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Usual Suspects

DMX

Def Jam's How to Be a Player [Clean]

1997

what?" 
But his man is like, "Psych yo" 
Take it from one extreme to the next 
And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X 
I can bring it from up

crazy
Think bitches tryna eat baby
Paid ten-five for six months
I think that hoe think she slavin'
On Big Dump, it been dumb how I'm slidin'
No equation

Triple H, bitch I'm in the game
Big Pimpin’ but my niggas insane
Big 5, lil' bitch I got mob ties
Go outside, I wanna get my nine
We Gooned up like Ghost

the sweater
This one is not crosses
Stock x
Look it up see what the cost is
Her stock breast
Fed me through different divorces
Kill them with drip
They gone see

and let the semi blow
Leave a bullet hole all up in ya dome
Then I put him in the dirt, he a silly hoe
Call up Osha O, say "it's time to go"
Ride

wanna forfeit
Can’t do a 9 to 5, no corporate
But when they see the brand, I’m goin corporate
And when I blow up, I’m gunna torch shit!
Got my city

a million
Bro had to go and get a nine to five
Cuz he couldn't keep up that robbing and stealing
Serving the work and I'm taxing the fiends
I'm finna get out

listening close, got to watch what you're sayin
Ninas and four fives
Demons with cold eyes make bread off these dope lines
It's like a goldmine, with heaters

Jettin'

Digable Planets

Beyond the Spectrum: The Creamy Spy Chronicles

2005

stays fresh I say
Quicklay
Smoke rise from the borrogh where that black cool blow

Its that naykle slick near keep it deep from my heads
Let a fed up

really don't care about fame
If this blows up, Imma be pissed
This ain't good, man, it's just for kids

One two three four I'm a martyr
God at least I know

working
Do the most for a minute
Selling killing for shillings
When you should be making millions of your own
Fuck you and pay me
So I could blow it

her, uh
Brand new money
Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny
I don't walk it, I run it
Keep it one hundred
Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer

I want, isn't much, just enough
To keep me up when I'm stuck
Like right now
Pay me, pay me, pay me, pay me, plz
I can't help I'm stuck by life's

I'm makin' plays just like a quarterback
He want some beef we can order that
Don't give me half girl I need all of that
She blow me up but I won't

East West Hustlers

Masters of Illusion

Masters of Illusion

2000

jacket
Puma jeans, trout shoe, elk hat
Yo rub my back 'til my penis bulge out of my slacks
Be like a crook and stab you right up in your tuna and hug it
I

If I, had to blow up today
Would I still act the same
I mean, fame
Posters be showing my face
People be knowing my name
If they don't
They could just

ain’t no stopping it
Lights shinning bright yea no wonder why they blocking it
Yea I’m throwing shots in it
Shades on my eyes I see why while skate I by

Wavy
Yeah
Turn me up, just a little bit
Wait, wait
Yeah
I keep a hundred wherever I go
Cause you never know when it's needed, yeah
Jump on whatever,

Intro
DES
Let's go, let's go
I need that unlimited money cheeko/chicco (that one)
Still pouring, ha
Forever, left right up down (shit)
Cause it's

I was tryna be cool and I'm not cool now
Fuck it, I'm warmzy
Aight, let's just do this one
Yeah, oi turn me up in my headphones
How’s the boy that’s

Fireworks

OMI

Me 4 U

2015

we're here by ourselves
Envision us as the night down
We'll say five, four, three, two, one
We'll be disturbing everyone
It's like World War I
Gathering

I'm passionate, look in his eyes I'ma make sure he feel what I'm feelin
Sippin' my water like wine, cummin ' in five I get it back up when I lick it

The Battle

Shystie

Vertically Challenged

2005

always come back to the man-ner.
That's grammar.

Use it punk, big like they clumps.
You versus me equals my car trunk.


[Chorus: x2]
Lissen up

to brick, hit the city
Sale it by the pound
Hustle, get some cho to motivate stop

Actin' like a clown
Bitches tryna get up in my socks
I ain't feelin' them