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at your door
Five, Six, Seven, Eight
Drop you to the floor
Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
I'm gettin bored
Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen
I finna score
Yo

on them sandwiches
Nowadays I drop eights on the federal
Hit ya block and it fuck up ya schedule
Gotta keep Roddy White I'm fishscaling you
Play with me you

from moving snow
Had to pave the roads
Them petty ass Jordan's
They don't cost a fucking eight ball
My favorite snorter
Sniff ya whole rent on his day

get addicted to
It with the first practice
Get slapped by a girl and
Pop her back like elastic bitch I'm rape
You're just sexual harassment
Sick like

I'll Roll You Up

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Seminar

1989

unseen
Quick to cut on any concert quack
Lip-synchin rhymes off a raggedy tracks
He claims to hate me, swears I can't beat 'em
I drop a new jam, the punks

today
Run in his shit, where the fuck is the safe
He tried to up put the Drake to his face, I stay with my mask, so I ain't catchin' a case
Go ahead, drop

youngins a car an they getting it in
Juwopp I'm thinking bout killing let's go up the 8
Nigga it's a sweet lil move take the glick off his waist
Just hopped

some cents
I got a place I could spend the hours just to make it right
I got bake up again the flour measured by the sights
I was asking for too long so

got to know a bullet do not got a date on it 
You better duck cause a bullet ain't got no name on it 
And that's real shit, i heard a pop at 8 in

demeanor could get him the
Drop and bag cleaner
Master schemer, expert in that arena
Puffin' Pasadena
You read the grass was greener
Black Beamer, i8, she

don’t trust her, that’s why I bless her with Magnums.
All I ever want to do is flip, Turn a 2 to a 4 and that’s a flip
Turn a 4 into an 8, and that’s

a nigga down with no mask i'll get to tripping
I just got the drop on em I'm finna get to tripping
Bitch I'm from the Murder Mit but I ain't in the pistons

tight and pray for no door knock
Yeah
Eight sides and a five round match
Locked doors in a cage no mats
Who's got me (who)
Yeah
Lone wolf holdin' down

want beef with the kid you a grown ass man how you want beef and you forty
I'll drop the bitch put his name on the list now I think it's the season I

We get drops by the day, slaughter
This how we play, we up the K
Then take off your face, slaughter
If the police hit they lights
Then it's a high

catching plays blowing on the best good vibes politician life wit kinfolk shootin dice seein what its hitting foe trynna break the casino str8 drop looking

hairdo like Shaggy and the Mystery Incorporated Crew (Zoinks)

I don’t see the problem like Stevie Wonder watching all the 8 o’clock news

1up


She gotta

It's been a minute
Since I stayed up 'til sunrise
Cali is the mission
So the time just rolls by
I'm way too close
To try to close my eyes
I put

Here We Come, Boy!

C-BO

Enemy of the State

2000

fast
I'm getting mines with my gun with my mask straight mashing
Ride by you bitches watching that ass cry
If I ride on you niggas you better blast

Yeah, fuck 12, we ain't fuckin' with the cops
Yeah, they knowing it's a hit, any time that Cartä drop
Steady countin' all this green, cause the motion

8: he messin witchu first make sure it aint ah second
Then theres 9: if its a 1 on 1 no gun just use agression
If yo brutha moving sloppy teach em game

If he can't keep it straight, then fuck he Around me, nigga
Get him up out my face, drop off, I'm Bouncin' niggas
Hitters around my state, can't

a lot
They hate from the lot
My chain drippity drop
I got some demands
Counting these bands
They lookin so grand
Don’t get too attached
I’m just out here

usin' the ol' cranium
Like the jewelry cat who sold
Him fake plat uranium
Guaranteed to turn necks green like the Hulk
Have it manufactured by machine in