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The Hilton

Raekwon

Bulletproof Wallets [Clean]

2001

to get him up
Get the sheets son, let's fix him up
Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch

Just give me two minutes

Not phased by hoes or potholes(nope)
Smoke Kush when I used to blow dro(inhale)
Never sold crack or no blows
Close doors open up new doors
Benz coupe

live my plug he got em too cheap
I ran off he still front me nigga too sweet
I just hit a drive by wit bro we was 2 deep
I just got some head outside by

Hoes in My Room

Snoop Dogg

Chicken -N- Beer [Clean]

2003

Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
Ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I want to do
Broke

have to prove shhh
Just keep doin' hit's
And niggas be all on my two tit's
And even if you think it's odd
I'm telling you, after every single rhyme
I

him for the time stacked
4th ave they don't give a fuck
Never gave a fuck and its nasty
I'm a hop out the four door 
With a glock on me nigga get active

Cross 'Em out and Put a 'K

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

day

I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit
Behind closed doors, runnin his mouth like

Nobody Sound Like Me

Xzibit

40 Dayz & 40 Nightz [Clean]

1998

what I'm sayin'?

Yo we gettin' restless me and dawgs
Never pretendin' rather we sendin' a very clear message
Either you with me or against me punk hit

still want to know when the album comin? out 
Ask the teenagers, O?Gs and Ask the kids 
What they definition of Classic is 
Timeless, cause age don?t

By the way we keep it G got the hoes choosing
Check the score nigga no we ain't the ones losing
Choppin' blades while I'm Saturday night cruising

twisted, we on two different missions son
More than a few from out ya crew that went missin son
Did the damage, keep it movin like a hit and run, yuh
I

Rapping like I gotta prove somthin 
cin't nothing you niggas can do for me
Sweated it out the last 2 summers
Tell these lyin ass rappers the truth

door but who's been getting in
It's always "Where the album at?" or "Where the fuck you been?"
Like I ever leave that studio she's sleeping in
Writing

held up to his ear
A wooden cabinet door badly in need of oil for its hinge
The voice following it, closer and louder, accompanied by static not present

Sitting back cool calm and collective
Ready to bomb with the weapon
Fame going alpha phi alpha better watch how you stepping
I'm from kicking doors

male like Redman
Until I get red hands like in Whut? Thee Album
Until we get reparations
I'll be defecating
Talking hit to anyone like
Fuck the outcome

but
They ain't findin' this Dior, nigga
(Ha ha ha) we was in the trenches sellin'
China by the store
Window-watcher in the trap
MAC-90 by the door (Talk

outside Constable Devine's front door and he heard his
name being called. The constable donned his uniform and stepped outside. He was soon
joined by

I-I was in bed
Hit my phone like "where you been"
Send some ass had to throw it in the bin
Can't stop right now, okay when
Hang with the devil,

for them today
Cuz once class ends
I'll be camping out by my locker
At the end of the F wing
Patiently Waiting to shoot every Kid
In the head
As soon

Five One Two is the area code
Twenty minutes to the studio I'm ready to go
Coconut water by side, sipping' it slow, and of course
I got the gas

To love

I'm so glad I wrote myself and album
To pull me out when horribly wrong
Had to say it in multiple songs
She so abusive consumed by the noice
Her

Sriracha

Tech N9ne

The Storm

2016

to come with that gas flow
But no, I'mma just spit it, I'mma get it good
Wish you would tell me what I should do
I don't know, hit the door
Uh, yeah,

Hooker Got a Boyfriend

Biz Markie

All Samples Cleared!

1993

and hit my own girl
Man I'm out, and I ain't tryin' to see you again
So eff you, eff your pops and your faggot-assed boyfriend!

[Chorus x2]