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Team Work

Moka Only

Battle Axe Warriors Compilation

2000

the scroll for every cat that hit the bull
Sit back, and open like a tuna can as soon Janet James hit the store

If there ego's were pigeons pow I feed em

found, stinkin' like tuna

Bailin' through your hood in my fresh suede Pumas

And I don't hit gates, nigga pump yo' brakes

'Cause I ain't runnin', you

inside of me 
Now this is my delivery 

Whatcha gon do 
When my album drops
And it's hot as fuck baby
Whatcha gon do 
When it's in ya headphones 
And you

and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)

album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except

puss
Lima beans drop down and grease your dirty jeans
National thunderstorms, step up and find your power
Your records hot melt like yogurt and you smell

em on the news if he look again
Swimming in yo bitch like a pool event
And Better keep it cool for it get hot in here
Swag fit got it out of saks fifth

in the freezer tuna out the can
Mr.Goodbar tryna get a hundred grand
With a thing on my side incase it get outta' hand
I'm just a b-boy in my b-boy

hot in prompt-u
At hand nima-goodies if you want 2
Skip to my Lou, Bubble-gum ana-chew
Akidunga Shiesty na-jiitanga Pooh!
Niko Dangerous
Flow ni

either
But umm im an anxious guy
But im a believer fuck that been an under achiever
I'm a believer and im anxious for the album bout to drop
Anxious
Super

of space with no oxygen, tell your man HALT!
I am royalty, play with me, get your man sparked
Throw him in the oven like ham hots, 'til the man rot
Or it's

to tuna
And don't listen to these bitches cause'
They out to rule us
She loving my lingo, she loving my slang
Touchdown on the plug and then
Bought me

(Rich Jones)
Would you like to try the tuna melt I left in the car?
I'm parked a block away
Hey, it ain't that far
Ya say you're hungry
Ya say you're

kill for pellets like Pac-Man
Elegant Lou Duva body parts in the cooler
Got shooters up in the crib smell
Like gauze and hot tuna
Diadoras, the fat

Outro

Three 6 Mafia

O.G. Ron C. Of Swishahouse Presents Southern's Finest [Screwed And Chopped]

2001

album by Chrome, the new artist Chrome
C-H-R-O-M-E, go get it, it's jammin' like a fool (yeah, yeah)
"Straight To The Pros," Chrome, October, 2005 (new

Side Line

Dr. Dooom

First Come, First Served

1999

hair is all over the sink, tampons in the garbage can
The house is hot, rent no fan
Air condition is doomed with blunt smoke is in the room
Fix all your

the sleeves, don't make a nigga reach
Coke look bleach, pots and forks by the sink
Busted duct tape, that shit stink (shit stink, nigga)
Same night off for

Heartbeat

KRS-One

I Got Next

1997

deletin'
Other radio jocks that think they competin'
They pre-sweetened, like candy, I'm hot like pepper
Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie
Martinez,

and The Outlawz
80% of y'all publishing

"Hot game"
"They calling you hot" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
"It's a shame" - Big L 'Size 'Em Up'
MC's ain't spit no more hot

likes you?
Cause I can't really think of any, so
If you don't leave now Imma have to fight you

Think you're hot shit
And you think you're all that
If by

niggas crave on
Let a nigga guap raise on 'til the day gone
Niggas at the top better have
They game face on
I be at the hot spot, swave with the lace

mad smoother
Beirut to Cancuna we can tuna
Clam Casino lobster and shrimp shooters
Pimp scooters coupe poppers in papooses
Pet poodles cap coppers

I'm a quick pick
Hot 
Drop it
Pop it
Cop it
Opposite of non-profit 
Like a  quick pick
Stay lit
Misfit
Blow smoke
No joke
I toke
Daily 
Like a quick

The highest in heaven the hottest hell
Starting apocalypse climbin the ladder ringing the bell

This my ocean
Lil tunchi young tuna fish 
Drop$hot