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Spittin Game

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

became a fame
I cannot see my brains layin
On the ground
I keep my 9 on my waistline
Chop 'em down
Picks up the shells could leave no evidence around

6ix9ine is a rat, how you follow that fate
Like Pedo22 lost half of his gang
In 2023, everything is seven days
Seven days

Sexyy Red and Glorilla, that shit

a hundred
Lose 90
Reach the top
But at what cost
It don't stop
It don't stop
Get a promotion
And crash your ride
Find your love
And she passes you by
It don't

Drifting down
Ninety-nine
I am dusting off my side
Reflecting off the tides
Sunburning my eyes
Maybe blind
But I see just the same
Play it back

to be knockin' they Socks off like John Hanes;
That's why I put in work Like its 9 to 5
And celebrate like it's ninety-five
Gon talk to em nigga

Did this

their pipe dreams gone
Sitting at the half-washed tables, flirting with the half-cute waitress with the tattooed arms
It's nine o'clock, and just an hour

Picture Me

Dave

Six Paths

2016

seventeen, in an all black suit
Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew
Giving half-heart apologies
For watching while they bottled me
Or running

than a Jetson

Higher than a Zeppelin
My head by the freshman's
Hell of a flow
I got that fire from the heavens

Swear to God
This a inside job
9

a birthday with Kenny G, none
The ninety-nine cent two cents keeps two arms folded
Tuff with two F's

Yeah, let's do it like that

Unh I pay a guy

Beardsley, father by John Cleese

Diary entry '68 end of the year
A cardboard Apollo 6 has given the all clear
11th December '68 Captain's log
Proposed trip

Yeah, 31
It Goes Up edition
And I brought friends this time (let's go)

The wicks lit fire it up like a John wick clip
Rip shit rhymers are hype

But what more can I say
I've never been defeated
By a half steppin' mutha fucka
Clutchin' on the microphone
Sucker I'll break ya bones
Better leave 2Pac

Be a Father to Your Child

Ed O.G & da Bulldogs

Life of a Kid in the Ghetto

1991

to see his kid
She had to bear it by herself and take care of it by herself
And givin' her money for milk won't really help
Half of the fathers with sons

Clip & Trigga

Spice 1

187 He Wrote

1993

Yeah, the motherfuckin' East Bay Gangster back in the house
A.k.a. Mr. Kill Yo' Ass
187 Fac mothafucker
Nine-trey
G-Nut in the motherfuckin'

(yo)
Jokers at the top know the king
Is nothin' to play with (yo)
9 to 5 money is just as
Sweet as the grave shift (yo)
El presidenté, Blobama, blow by

Symphony 2000

EPMD

Def Jam 25, Vol. 23: Show and Prove

2009

emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with p
Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you

Freaks Come Out

Dru Down

Can You Feel Me

1996

for all you captain saver's
Peep, my major industry, gold teeth and diamond's, been grindin
For nine and half year's, now I'm rhymin
I'm the Fretmore

good
Even when it's bad
A long way from the projects
Down to my last few dollars
Im a nigga
With like ninety-nine problems
But it's nothing
Cause ima

Like 9-0 screamin wear BGE but everybody jocking Nike
They can start the count but don't quit/ to be champ u gotta take a hit

ct the house/ babies home

Or maybe this the, new John
Conflicted by decisions, hardly listen, then I move on

Maybe it's cos I'm a Gemini
But every part of me loving it when I write

Eh-yo, eh-yo
9th Prince, attack like Greg Valentine
With a sledgehammer, figure 4 bodyslammer
Decrease ya stamina, verbal heart damager
I'm half

Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
And we never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta 
by sundown Rollin' out of Georgia state

We had motor

meds, He got the supply
Not just the choir deserves
The most high, yeah
Cloud ninety nine now
With the most high, yeah
Say everyday four twenty
With

like the treasury
Nigga swear they ballin' like they 7 feet
Like John Lennon, just let it be
(I got my whole life ahead of me)
I judge a man by his