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By the time you make one I'll be on ten Hit the studio nigga, and do it again To the beat y'all, and it don't stop It goes on cause I don't stop
together So come on now and get up to it y'all The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows And wonder why the line's
Platinum shit Album match the wrist Please don't talk too much they say they can't resist All I ever listen to's my common sense When I started off they said
you 'cause you love my brother like you did Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big And if I die before your album drop I hope
Wake, Babe, you know you fire Faith, waves, got me tired fry cry by design Ah, ah, am I tied This is what we do, dobring your girls Bring em like
Let us begin, what, where, why or when Will all be explained like instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I
to clapping, soldier action specialty of style We made the whole world respect the underground while Some of y'all niggas talk shit and get mad Cause we did
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?) We're the ones who made you Ahem, back by popular demand Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
to cheese Tryin' to pay the rent You know Kriss, I'm Kross Y'all ran, we walked No Limit n****z got ghetto dope by pounds and bults Blowin' tapes
Oh man Hi You guys are so loud I'm glad I have this moment to Talk to you because this Whole thing is going by so Fast I can't even like, process
I walk on water But I ain't no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes (fuck) Why, are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set? My
The club Why To party and have some fun What is it that Can come and take away all your stress, tell me Music No further questions, you have passed
"By And By The Way" words and music © Grant Maloy Smith From the album APPALACHIA: AMERICAN STORIES Deep in contemplation Praying in my hands Lord
old back room He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?" But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
What do I say Say whatever the heck you want Be on beat stay on beat Oh my GOD Yo here I go Hey yo I don't know any words My GOD Play the Album
gold And maybe get rich, hol' up Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what? Y'all keep the numbers I'm more than
I think it's safe to say, this is my favorite song on the album Shoutout to Mr. Marcus Dozier It start off so perfect, every day after work Facetime
higher? (We ain't no higher, we ain't no higher) I cross sands in distant lands, made plans with the sheiks Why you beef with freaks as my album sales
(okay) To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah) I throw lives and lowest to live For my loaf of bread the people's player I did what the culture
I'm sorry! I'm sorry Anyways, let's get- Let's start, alright? We- We don't have enough time So...that's why the album is gonna sound bad? You're
[Jay-Z] Turn the lights even lower! Hova Memphis Bleek Beanie Seigel Roc-a-fella y'all [DMX] Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night [Jay-Z]
old back room He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?" But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin' Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in Need substance, feed it to the public No one gon' touch it
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