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with my shall (Marshall)
Everything is not shady
I'm Ascii
Music is to be murdered by Technique
and that matters (Methers)
I'm sick with the pad n pen

Bob with the beat. Mob with team
I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be
All the way to the top now sight see
Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE

I'm an official mack, Lex coupe triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he

repentance
Let's start this instant.
Who's that
Cool cat. Sitting back
Earning my racks by chewing the fat.
I'm so cold, I'm froze
My flows dozer over my foes

to wife that
Know he wanna be me, watchin' me like a TV
And he know that I'm too real, too raw, niggas can't see me
By myself, yeah, I'm standin' out
I'm

Dreaming

N.O.R.E.

Student of the Game

2013

to change clothes in the shower
Shit I'm shot by the dough pad,
Heroin stashed in the broke ad, gun by the moped
Fingerprints in the last weapon I threw

by
In a black Benz
They hate to see that its my time
Now they tryna say how I'm actin
Never been a fake
Never been a snake
Just a winner, ain't no

Spread Love

Mobb Deep

Murda Muzik

1999

thunder
Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up that's how the ball bounce
The cookie crumbles
That's what the guns do dead you

come around with them floss raps tryna stunt
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off

of Lil Waynes
Homie, hear what I'm sayin'?
Turn up the gain knob while I'm recordin'
I'm talkin' higher than Corey Haim
I make bitches scream like Johnny

But it's all good, Man
I ain't tripping at all
Smokin' OCB or major pack, I don't fuck with raws
I'm high all the time, But I vibe high too
Meditations

a daughter I like, I'm Dean Gaffney
Grab her by the cat, I don't know the history, Mexicans and black folk, all I see are mysteries
I'm so fat that I could

Cold heart, still fresh, crome-heart jeans
She on beans it's slimey green
I make her leave that's by all means

Baby tell me what your plan is, i'm

One Time, Uh
We done been in the cold too many nights man.
February nights and I’m wearin' all black
Get betrayed by the people that I came wit fall

And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics

I'm just on a good time, live the good life like I should
I, and I got some chocolate

I'm known for the creep, no tip-toe when I creep
Blow by like a breeze
So soon as you sneeze
Your brain's purified, on to your feet

Yeah, we killers,

of nothing if it really ain't exclusive
If I want it all ima have it all
And we can hit the mall if you wanna ball
But I'd rather hit it raw while I'm in

my dream hoe
No longer a fiend so, I'm riding my wave and steering my steamboat
We gon' be, we gon' be alright
Lost my path
Found my way by starlight

Country Grammar (Hot Shit)

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

righteous above the law
Player my style's raw, I'm Born to Mack like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame and the glamour, give me D's with a rubber hammer
My grammar

If the owner not black then I'm not cop'ing it
If its not made by my people I'm not rocking it
If it don't support BLM  I'm not shopping in it
Hell

Racks [Edited Version; Edit]

Future

Racks

2011

by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga ain't no flaw
Yung future gotta keep dat raw

The carousel keeps spinning round and round
The kids are riding horses one by one
They're laughing hard at me as I'm the clown
I'm drooling over them

Right Back at You

Mobb Deep

Wu-Chronicles

1999

die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For

kill it

Talk it raw
Talk it raw
Talk it raw 
Like I'm jumping out the whip
Catch a pass run it back
When I snag Winston
I'm that number one pick
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