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slow
Rollin' with your posse is the only way to go
The girlies by the college were lookin' for a ride
We tried to pick 'em up, but we had no room inside

me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell

Test your skills if you will don't let us trouble your fate
We're the almighty JVC Force the boss, we're so great
Strong Island
Knocking out crews by

outta skool to be a hot head
Bird b***h notice you when you got bread
Open up your eyes trynna get you to see
That i got a Jackson 5 they depending on me

Wild, Wild West

Too Short

Players

1987

like Gladis Knight and its five oh ones
Walking right up to the DJ man
And give another emcee's rap
'Cause they knew about him and his gangsta rap

and it's all gonna roll your way (I just know it)

Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a living
Barely getting by, it's all taking and no giving
They just

I'm Singin'

Biz Markie

All Samples Cleared!

1993

[Repeat x7]
I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain ain ain 

Ah ah ah ah ah

I start with a rhyme as I enter your mind
I hit so hard even Michael Jackson

boys live
A nick for Abraham Lincoln give me a high five
Niggas with no storage gon flip the channel man
I got them green and them orange Alexander

be on CNN like Michael Jackson
Not 'cause I died, but who I brought with me
Don't let my bitch drink it all, in case I need a kidney
Double R parked

The a p two tone
Three five in a wood smoking vlone
She keep texting my line what your freak on
After she give me that neck tell her be gone
Know I

I'm incomplete and you my cure

Yeah yeah, I'm blinded by your Love
I cannot see past your affection, there's too much to know
Let me give you what you

When it's beef I'm never lacking
Shots get to clapping
And bitch we five deep like
A nigga Michael Jackson
Bullets gettin' rampant
Leave 'em in the past

on her to some C5, cut on Funeral and she die
Your change ain't long enough, yo' peeps ain't strong enough
Yo' beach ain't warm enough
You ain't been in

bikes
Fifty cal grip I think your type like
(Fifty call I think it your type)
Get money it just one way
We ain't never catchin' two flights like
(We ain't

Why stress? baby take time with it (x5)

Take your time (your time) with our love (our love) I know it ain’t right baby, but it sure ain’t wrong. You

Ain't Yo Bidness

Esham

The Wraith: Shangri-La

2002

tattoos on my neck 
And I always paint my face
Can I still data your daughter? 
I mean I think I outta, I like the way she taste

Ain't yo business

Because that's the big thing now

Rehab is the big fucking secret now, isn't it, huh? yeah

You can do whatever you want

Just go into rehab and solve your

by the gallon
When it comes to you niggas you niggas no challenge
When it comes to your girl I'm like new sneakers (Why?)
I'm already in the box

Ridin' down the A-V-E in the black A-M-G
With the Mac by my lap and they envy
The fact that they can't see me
Dippin' through the traffic, I'm

say go ad infinitum

So space is impossible, right
Wow, is that cool
I don't know
Maybe what do I think

Maybe time is the same way for an hour to go by

right
Please don't kill my vibe
It may be what I drank tonight
But I want you by my side
Can you feel it in your body
The way you move, you got me
El

To gain grams, put my game plan in action
Ways to make it happen, today's to get the Jackson
Once the weight comes, I'm outta state triple sums
Stop my

slick with the b ball
Your curious ask the Heavy or the Notorious
Biggie, who can check me, can he see me?
I'm ghost like the board slave
Five coast

want me to turn it down
I turn it up all the way
Then watch em all fall away

Verse 1:

If everybody got the recipe 
Then why the food so bland
I would