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Can't Stop

Too Short

Nationwide 2 Ghetto Pass: The Compilation [Southwest Wholesale]

2000

to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch

and robbery
And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks
It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason
I got away from all that

Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing
This life too crazy, I swear it's insane
Look at my wrist
You can tell I ain't got time
Look at my

What up? (JTK)
It’s me, Kentrell, YoungBoy
Shit, I had just came to the back house
I had something up on my heart that
I really wanted to talk about

Talkin That Talk

DJ Ideal

Da Bottom, Vol. 4

2005

In Here Mayne.
Tell Em The Name, Tell Em The Name. Chamillitary Mayne.

(Chamillionaire Chorus)

I Hear You Talkin That Talk (That Talk), I Heard You

'm extraordinary
Bitch I did it first
You can even go let Soulja Tell 'Em
Cant con me out my soul for no fame
I been playin 2k all my life so I know the game
Smiling

Don't Make No Sense

Chief Keef

Finally Rich

2012

Sosa tell 'em, Master P, huh
This shit don't make no sense (nah)
It's like a movie, I'm the director
My lil' niggas ready, uh huh
They say what

rise up, tell them to their time up
Them haffi run pon the charge me, I climb up
Climb up, climb up, better have your 9 tucked
Got me 16 shots, every

was born a broke nigga I'm a die as a king
Bad boy

Okay
Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that
Everywhere I be at
You can see that, drinks by

(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned

to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my

Thinking one day he'll come through
For you, but, oh, sad to tell you

CHORUS
That you got the fuck boy blues
He's giving you the fuck boy blues
Nothing but

Thinking one day he'll come through
For you, but, oh, sad to tell you

CHORUS
That you got the f*** boy blues
He's giving you the f*** boy blues
Nothing but

Family Tree

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Art of War

1997

boy, oh boy
Me and yo' baby brother we keeps the rhythm
You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my

tell my shooters go and get 'em
They go make a cow
Riding in a wheels a fortune
Then I made a vow
I will never let these rapper
Niggas take my style
My

to an increase in poverty
And the highest rates of violence take place in some of the poorest boroughs"

Look, I bet them boys think I'm panickin'
Check what

I told niggas I was jumpin' on jets, and post them foreigns by steps, let's get it
I had to earn they respect, they hatin' the more that I flex, they

going crazy on the mic call me a prophecy
They ask if imma rapper at this point I tell em possibly
Really just a hobby but I'm making hella quality

a mystery man
I didn't know much about him, but he's been in the can
Name's Jason, he's a bad boy with no reasoning
To be honest, I don't know what Les'

gone
Tell me (Tell me, tell me, tell me)

It's been thirteen years, no pain, no tears
Respected by all my peers
No matter where I'm posted at
My hands

the baddies call me zaddy
All you bitches upset, call 'em maddys
Tell 'em we ain't lackin' ya we got the rattys
Got no time for no pop up by your baby daddy

Now im your big moe dropper, mud duck stopper
Fila on the bottom and adidas on the topper
Transform scratchin, big beat mackin
I can tell ya getin

flat, boy, it ain't no fixin
Pour a six it got my pop flat, this shit look like lipin
Sellin' double with a contract, I get them bricks lifted
I had FN

just think concentrate before you complicate 
Matters with that chitter-chatter 
Your talents no challenge 
I have mastered, can tell by the twitching