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All you heard was Big Chan 
Don't hit me no mo' 
Shit this ain't a game 
Street niggas know the m-o 
I kill em with words 
Serve em like them dealas 
Do

noticed was - pure music
Untampered with by things showbiz does older
Thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug
Juice from the street light
It almost

Erick Sermon

Erick Sermon

No Pressure

1993

punk and get funky for the occasion
Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that
and buck em down with the gat
E Double in the house don't you know

kidding me, no
Is it alright with you
I don't know what to say
It'll be like a holiday

When you say you're all alone
Makes me wanna come back
And this

Orchard Road

Leo Sayer

Show Must Go On [CD/DVD]

1979

around 

What's that? Tomorrow at two 
You're kidding me -- no 
Is it allright with you 
I don't know what to say 
It'll be like a holiday 

When

everybody strapped
Dropping 16s off and I ain’t talking rap
You ever seen 30 stacks in all 5s nigga?
House full of turnip greens, no pines nigga
Smoking it

you got me bit I'm coming as ebit 
Got on big hoes at Freaknit frequently your telling me 
Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain't put no scratch in

fill me with information everytime she give me some 

No you can't check me 
Need a bag hefty
Keep the pockets heavy 
Gas strong Hercules 
I don't pop no

clawing, reaching, grabbing at the talking stick
Embarrassing
No decline is ever inconsequential
Same stage, another play with different actors
The story

I enter at night
Through a door in the middle
Of the house
There's no light

An impossible view
Greets my eyes
I watch myself
Through a curtain

a nigga momma house up, no talkin'
(Shh) Too much talkin'...
Ran out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'
Cut the promoter, thought I was playin'
Got

stuck with
Now I'm the only black in the club with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around,

'Twas on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the rode to Jackson town, me fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no

Make Em Say Uhh #2

Master P

Da Last Don

1998

this a risky buissiness
A No Limit Souldier
Commanderin' Cheif
An' Michael Jackson
Can't rock a muthafuckin' party like me
I'm bumpin' for the real

Hit 
My 
Mom 
With 
A 
Bat
She give me no V bucks I kill her cat 
I came in the cum sock whilst making this rap
I came in your cat and then I said cap
I

up on me
You stayed by my side
You my ride or die girl
I gave you the keys to the Porsche
Gave you the keys to the house
You should have my babies
We

in the house say Crystal Whipped
With a quick love smack to the back of the head
I got Crystal Whipped, I got Crystal Whipped

Well the years went by

Another Radio Song

Okkervil River

Black Sheep Boy Appendix [EP]

2005

Sit back, no song is written,
It's nothing you thought of yourself.
It's just a ghost
That came unbidden
To this house.

This infection gets

nose at
I fuck with the Brims, and I fuck with the niggas that yell was crackin
We see him down the block, my niggas blitz, he did the Lamar Jackson
I

Ms. Jackson

The Vines

Deep Cuts

2009

Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant

me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me

By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my

house with the curtains drawn

cnd his old friends try to call

They say pick up the phone, put down the bottle

Twenty years, nose to the grindstone

you still have the time
Curtains close
Shows over now
Great run
Lights go up in the house
So take a bow
So we talk about the weather
How every summer

she's nervous
Drama all up in the cut, hit the curtains
I mean don't intervene with no gun machine
This block stay jerking
The feds stay lurkin'
Emerging