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you know what that odor be (yea)
Cooking up
Man I might up the composer fee (composer fee)


When I Needed You pt. II

Matter of fact, I'm done with

what i'm sayin
yeah son
this track goes out to all young bitch niggaz
ya think ya don't what time it is
yeah..

i'm tired of these perpatrating brothers

your caps peeled
You know see

Grab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac
Call the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya

the size of broccoli
I think I'm James Harden 'cause I ride with that rocket
Thirty-pack of that X, man, you know it's a party
My partner scratch ya

)
I'm a take the whole night to remind ya
(Remind ya)  

(The Culprit 2 verse)

Tonight we plan to ride just like you fantasized
You shot me through

Be You 

By Ashley DuBose 

Verse 1: 

Yes I know how it feels to be on the outside looking in, never fitting in 

They don’t understand (naw) 

Why

here
is the joint where you can do you [x2]

Put ya hands up, ladies put ya hands up
get ya hands up, fellas get ya hands up
It's ya nigga Ne-Yo, I come

1, 2, 1, 2

Method Man

Blackout! [Clean]

1999

back
1 2 1 2
Ah yo yo
My, lyric is 8 ball
Batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog
Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
From the 5 star general

ya wanna do the most
I can ménage, Who said I was bilingual?
Ella una mentirosa, Hold the pistol
Girl you throw backshots like I found the Beatles
Know

The Tugboat Complex, Pt. 3

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to break the door
Practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers

A wo-wo uh woahhh
A yea-yea uh yeahhh

Check it out
Check it out
Chuck it out uh

1 2
1 2 3 4

All black attire, lay in ya ass in a casket
Get

ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
I tell ya one by two by
Yea
I tell ya one by two by

to P-T's
O.G. granddaddy, I'm so fooling
Tell the truth, DJ Screw made me
Without him, ya'll wouldn't know Mike D
I was just lil' Mike, Bam had a hogg in

the substance of drugs
Or being abused by people you love
Imperfectly perfect and reckless
Know it could all end in seconds
Pull up like deebo
I'm snatching ya

Drive Fast

Gucci Mane

Hard to Kill

2006

I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow,
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow,
Let ya hair blow, Let ya hair blow,

I drive real

all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be

bout that Urban DVLPMNT
This be the pick of the litter
Ain't no one settlin for the least
When you trynna be an elite
In ya own lane
I'm smokin any nigga

Fuck The Industry Pt 2
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Pound Town
Sexyy Red  Tay Keith
Malaika
Helmut Lotti

Yo it's the Foreigner, that's never boring ya

Jehovah gi di mma, tuo nu ya Igwe! (x2)
(If you know your God is good to you, hail Him “The King”) (x2)

Verse 1:
Afia ahu na ekweghi orire Jehovah m erego

Pop 'Em Up

U.N.L.V.

Greatest Hits

Wusup! to my nigga Kel, Third Ward is the motherfuckin' house
Mac Melph Calio, R.I.P. Pimp Daddy, Kilo ya with me, wusup Bryce hahahaha

Pop 'Em

finish
Like I am when I hear Cardi B talk for two minutes
Just kidding one minute, I'm kidding, like 5 seconds
Ya'll think I give a shit about people who

And stars that died, no lie
I'm still rootin' for us, two foots in the soil
Rhymes forged that conjoin us to the cosmic
Spliff burning like crude oil, cool

[Young Jeezy:]
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Baby Girl I Cant Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha

Ohh ya ya
Ayy ya ya
Ayy
All this fake shit on my radar ya ya ya
Told my uncle grab that AR ya ya ya
Not exactly who they say they are ya ya ya
I