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Da Cypha

Wyclef Jean

The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book

2000

Virginia under the dumpsters, no
18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto'
Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door
No your honor that

The bitches love 'em, wanna see why?
Keep on yackin' and I'mma kick back by
Kick her daddy and chest and
Buss 'em in his eye
Dumpin' all your homies that are

Bentley Truck

Dave East

Karma

2017

the Percs by the bench
Bentley truck swervin', it ain't got no tint

I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never

Ticket

Betta be a Big Boss, Well fed like Rick Ross 

Kiss my rings, open doors to my cars

Play wit my clit, have it drip on Yo balls

 

(Ay, Ay,) Send

Skid-row to this show aye kick off
I walk like this I'm not like him
He walks like the Beatles I walk like Rick Ross
While he's seeing seagulls I stepping

To The Right

Brand Nubian

One for All

1990

clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit,

And you let it rip off
You was supposed to be a big boss
Something like rick ross 
Stunting with the drip dog
We was smoking on in door
Blowing it out

clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit,

Ayo ayo
Brrr ayo
Brrrt fuck these niggas

Ayo skull and bones on the mastermind trench
Kick in your door hi-top Ricks (Rickys)
Shell catches

The Basement

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

of kicks, my joint’s bumpin' lovely
Walkin' down the street, much props, on the ? 
I hear voices sayin', that’s rob-o’dingo in the basement

Ah ha ha ha!

got no phone number 
Cuz Im a mastermind 
I drag you to the top 
I'll let the studio door open 
Got everything you want in my back pack
Just let me tell

They said kc just go in
So I had the kick the door in
Put my foot in the motion
Smooth her out no lotion
Mix it like it was the potion
From the wave

to get cut off
Wasn't playing their role almost fucked up the play
Suicide doors on the coop, when I pull up
Like DYMG I'm a slide in a wraith
Getting

Rick Ross
He won't live to see the future mask off
Playin one in the chamber
Headshots be seein' you later
All in my chips on the table
Servin' them

big dawg
Got a boss in the game just like rick ross
Thats my nigga and we making big calls
Ima have to run it up, fuck the refs cause they always missin

just dropped me like 6
Yeah
We in the club it might turn to a sitchy
Dumb hoe, she just spilt drank on my Ricks
Prod by Chilly, the king of my City
Free

Ore passano sul
Yeah Yeah
Ore passano sul G shock, click clock
Lei si muove bene su sto big cock, hitchcock
Solo calci kick boxe, negro dentro Rick

kick the door then it's natural life, okay, okay
I got the dope in the vice
Eight pots on the stove
Move eight bricks on about eight hoes, okay, okay

Searchin through my thoughts
Imma pay the cost
Talkin like a boss
I need a maybach like rick Ross
I duck from da narcs
You tell me to stop
I be hittin blocks

and there ain't no fly shit in your closet
How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost
And Rick Ross just keep screaming "be a boss"
I need

blow that in this store
I come with bitches by the dozen plus I come with plenty more
Buck town slugger hit the door you know its murderous fasho
Get

rule is that Yu gotta keep a boss bitch
Everyday she hustling nigga that's that Rick Ross shit
Running to the money like she was sponsored by Crossfit

a new draco, it ain't got no kick (brrt)
She let me fuck when she looked at my wrist (damn)
In the Hellcat, we be ridin' with sticks
Got diamonds rocks

Raw
I’m a big boss like rick ross
You ain’t talkin money nigga get lost
Beils of exotic in a zip lock
Fuckin on these hoes in my flip flops
Trap
Big