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Jolly
Make you Jaye Jaye
Ooooooh Na na

Make you Jolly
Make you Jaye Jaye
Ooooooh na na

Teemo in the Building 
Let's do this... Check

No be your fault

you still my nigga too
If me and Doobie spoke I know by now we a tape or two
All them freestyles we used to spit and never seen the booth
Back when Macc

nobody gon' buy you like
That P-Miller clothing line
Or an album from No Limit
This is no gimmick
When I spit it's so prolific
I ain't worried about these

stepping on
You’re my best role model, you’re my biggest fan
Always teaching there’s is no can’t, only can
Thank you Tito for being the best brother ever
You

bitch, she on my trail, I max out, then Pass her
To the team, they tellin' me to chill out, nah, Fuck that

He gon' die by any means
Brother masked up with

the rhymes in this duffle rappers a try to Alpo me out of hate
Lamar Jackson with a line watch what I create
Lyrically bear hug them to a permanent hibernate
I

royalty
King of combustion, let my album be a crusade
Teach the people to love him
I'm just so far above him
I throw my words in the oven
My syllables are

The Way We Live

Chico DeBarge

N.O.R.E.

1998

together. 

I used to cut pies in front of my girl, now I apologized 
The reason why: (My fault) she seen the red in my eyes 
When I was cuttin it, feelin

you)
Don't forget who in your DMs saving you and helping out
Sugar coating all the bad criticisms so it's my fault your album made it out
Sorry

on wire
Thought you would've learned by now
If you play with fire
Then you're bound to get burned somehow

You're way out of line

And you're out of time

want a gf but I got too many at one time
And at the same time they all gonna hit my line
Rejected by all my crushes they don't wanna be mine
Now my heart

understanding
Sometimes all our moral standards
Get weighed by the obligations we're handed
I can't fault him if he came to conclusions
He disillusioned

coo, coo, coo, coooo!||(Spoken):|Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and|this is my brother Doug.|How's it going,

built our lives on a fault line
And is it just me, or did that feeling
Of invincibility fade away with the sun
I feel like I could cry when I think about

the moments were hanging together
Creating an album uuhmumina FUCK
Memories were gonna share
Having faults just like everyone else
My lucky sevens, no comparing

I'm the hottest in my city, bitch It ain't no smoke I'm Duckin
I got some people that's on go by the push of a Button
I got a bitch that's fine

And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper

like pavement
I'm like concrete
So you know a brother more solid
Then the girls out in Palm Springs
Looking all tings
I'm cashus clay I'm mike fight

album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature' 
check out the cover 
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force

where's the satisfaction?
If it's not made true, is it only a distraction?
Who's the judge?
Building a beautiful home by brick
But if it isn't two-story,

was good, Max, that's my boy
I'm just speaking facts, you bring us joy,
Thank God for this album, he's the best
Gosh darn it, Max, I'm so impressed

Them That's Not

DJ Jazzy Jeff

Hip Hop Forever, Vol. 3 [Limited Edition]

2006

minutes
Expand the pockets so your girl's hand's all in it
I see ya shorty starin at me on the guest line
But these four backstage'll do me just fine

girls heart was broken by this one dude
Wasn't even his fault she just always questions what's true
But it's not her fault either cause no one knows what

being a
Prick and fully owning the fact that I
Maybe am very good at something –
I'm very tired by it because a
Lot of times, it's a very, very thin line