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Stay off his dick!

Nigga, some don't think I can flow, so here we go
To a new track, to show the wack, that I can throw
Styles that show up, I blow

rock on
From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin' with the glass in my left one
Right-hand sayin' step, son
To me my girls is fancy

But you never mattered 

 

On the right track to track your losses 

One by one passed up no pauses 

Saucing jogging from the crib 

To the no

in my arm not even done
Got Chris on this track blowing up netherrack boom the 911 attacks
Pentagon open plain 220 stories all four destroyed by

Peaceful Journey

Heavy D & the Boyz

Peaceful Journey

1991

girl in tears
The shadow of a man overwhelms her fears
"Mommy, mommy, NO!", the words of a battered child
The wicked, wicked mommy has the sticks

this track take you back to where the fat girl pushed us
And that's very old like Blackberry Bold but the juice
Sweeter than where the party at,

she spends his franklins at the malls with her friends
material girl, livin?in a material world
but it's alright cause its Saturday night
so mista

Soopaman Luva 3

Redman

Muddy Waters

1996

Besides Soopaman Luva, I think I hear my nigga"
Aiyyo car pulls up, he steps up *skreech* and stick his keys in
The door opened, I snatched him up for no

a speed of a cheetah
Live a jag is better
So hot they sweat her like
A sweater in a sauna
Elegant persona, ready for drama
Zero and commas all up in

go, slam, ayy
(Girl, I love it when you doing that, oh, oh)

Pull up to the club, step up out the coupe
With Bow Weezy, Omarion, Chris
Man, we 'bout

nigga and jacked by the homicide
No joke, but the girl weren't flinching
(Why's that?)
Plead the fifth, when they begin to mention
A young buck got smoked

wanna see me
Come meet me up at the venue
Remember to bring your skrilla cause I
Don't do shit for free
And if you want a track
Get ready to pay a fee

Maxi Curls

Kool Keith

Black Elvis/Lost in Space

1999

real and 

radio blackout, your format, is not appealin 

R&B can step up, but can't compare to me 

You oughta know -- how, I, feel 

That's

Rollie buss down like yo bitch
Diamonds they hit
Nigga gone squint
When they ghlist
Girl keep snappin
These picks
Look at the way
That I
Step in

a song
Need a file
Step foot on my grass I'll knock you up just like a senior
Yeah I'm one of a kind I never cared for little squeakers
Get you outta my

eatin' all the hay
I don't really wanna keep it up, but gotta find my way
And these girls is actin' like my dogs, they never wanna stay
I can never have no

'Cause I’m up, I’m bad, bad
I took a few steps back
I ain’t trying to back track
Fed up thinking about my past
I glowed up, I’m past that
I was down, down

So at the party, Ren is controllin the floor
that you step and do your danceroutine
It ain't a dream my man, you're in a gangsta scene
with a villain

do a pull up set
I ain't content yet, like a chick with slight grin
I'm blizzard when I step in
They wanna tell me how I should go write a song
While

I'm right on track
If I'm being honest
Well, if I'm gonna shine I gotta polish

When the doubt creeps in I tell myself
Girl keep going and you will

the Walkman up loud, feel the heat
This is raw and real, the sound smashing like a truck
Not that modern metal shit where all the tracks suck
Guys in denim

whirl they whistle at the girls, they're getting bolder
The old women sigh, think of memories gone by, they shrug their shoulders.
The marines have landed

on mood swings
If I don't pick up the phone, lil mama mood change
Need a M by 35, that's the real game
Never let nobody sell me out for lil fame
Cauz niggas

yeah)
Ease up let go and step back yeah
(Just step back)
No calls don’t call me on my phone nah
Oh yeah baby take it day by day
Look up in the sky and see