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Ring Game by Razor B 

Intro 
Tips is a  out 
Tips is a out 
Tips is a out 
Tips is a out 
1st verse 
Tips is a out and cock up is a 10 
Ring a ring

rough
We could do it all night
Underneath the moonlight
Girl you know what's up
Everybody loves my style
Baby I'm show you how
You don't need to think

Okay

Redman

The Tunnel

1999

never heard of ya

Momma's boy from West Suburbia
You don't belong 'round here so what you doing
Keep persuin my crew and get ruined, screw 'em

Run round the C be hitting licks (Yeah yeah)
Run round the C be hitting licks (Yeah yeah)
She told me just hit her on FaceTime
I told her pull up don't

Should’ve known they’d be talking bout me haters always talkin bout me on my dick
Pulling up get to flossing on em all they bitches crowding round us

with me
You can
Hang up your raps now or hang in a choke
I'd rather
Hang by my neck than hang because of my throat
New York City in the building nigga

One Shot

Juicy J

One Shot

2016

one shot to love you all night long

Yessir, Robin Thicke

So you sayin' you ain't from 'round here
I can tell by your accent, dear
You got

Shut Up

Common

Any Given Sunday [Music from the Motion Picture]

2000

We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school
Uh hah
Okay, shut up!

Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!

Ridin

or three days later
My styles more dangerous than wrestling alligators
In shark infested water by yourself late at night
So if you’re having second thoughts

whole styles up, I stuck to my guns
In one drag I'm blowing ‘bout 7 O's
Life's a b****, I had to 69 the h**
Tryna hit a lick in hopes a n**** might be

back to back
With forklift
Look at my eyes man I'm up next
I rise up just to be the damn best
No flex nigga I'm that bless
Don't come round here with

4-5-6

Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll

1999

Ughh ughh yeah 
This is Beanie Seigel 
That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap 
Put your weight up not your hate up niggas 
You know how you

How 'bout now?
Mhmm how 'bout now, shorty fell in love with my style
Before I never seen you come 'round
Tell me how 'bout now, baby girl how 'bout

neck
Second, she passed I was like, "What's up?"
To which she replied, "How you doin'?"
I said, "De nada mama"
But your beauty I'm persuin'
And I

paradox (pair of docks) on the croc that's a Tiny fit
Tiny fit
My fingers will feel you they textile
Throw up the hands y'all know I got the best style
I

to Joe
I couldn't tell ya how now
One of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and
They was like "Uh-Oh!"
I ain't just

When I wake up in my own pink world
I get up out of bed and wave to my homegirls
Hey, Barbie (hey), she's so cool
All dolled up, just playin'

You Know My Steez

Gang Starr

Full Clip: A Decade of Gang Starr

1999

character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone

(Turn up) profile so wild (yeah)
That fire, no doubt (Uh)
They heard it, broke out
Don't bring yo fuck-ass 'round (Never)
My clique don't never back down

I gotta build a name, peep as I go by
Looking hella slick, picking up these girls
Style hella sick, treat em like they’re pearls
Headed to the club,

out
Truth be you like my style
Bitch eat yo doubt
Gone head
Go and sit down
This is legends' work
And I'm going rounds
Got the torch going
For the black

quicker
Goin' down by the second round
All hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backin'
Down from a conflict
Nothin' but nonsense and terrorists
Keep

the style
When she walks in the room heads turn for miles
She's got the brains, she's got the game
Hustling hard building her own name
So fine I want to give

doggie style to this instrumental
Hands up, all up inside ya, hell I can stand ya
Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on
Baby let me zone in,