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Tony Yayo Explosion

G-Unit

50 Cent Is the Future

2001

[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause

lyricist 
In the mix
I admit that shit
Daily
Self Motivation
Got me all patient 
But I can't stop
Cuz Im waitin'
Look
I done 
Wrote page after page
Crushing

wack
Rappers be Mike Eppin', but without the heaven, can't get rich by moving no sack
I'm asking one question, tell me good lessons, that you got from

not no GMs
Not no punks but still start with the CM
Cash Money, Control Mass copium
Fix me the fixer, words from the scripture
Harder than crack cocaine

(b-i-atch)
I used to make that shit
(uh) , that make you wanna drive by
Then P sat me down, hooked me up
(uhh) and strapped me down
With the rowdy rowdy
(rowdy

You Can't Play With My Yo Yo

Ice Cube

Maximum Rap

1997

fly and you know

[Chorus x2]
You can't play with my Yo-Yo
"Don't try to play me out, don't try to play me out"

My name is Yo-Yo, I'm not a ho
I

the machine
Got this money up, with no caffeine
Prepare me is Kerosene struck by
A bunch of lightening
You looking at me then your sight seeing
And what that

Holiday)

By six in the mornin'
I'm fuckin' this bitch to a Drake song (let's go)
And we ain't into saving these bitches 
'Cause we ain't the ones with

my life 
Hitting the dash on the ground to fly right by
Finish line where I finish I'm the white line 
Uh
 Lights out having dark knights 
But No Bruce

the supplier
He don't sell me no cut
This little bitch starin at me
Like she can't get fucked
Paper bag stuffed with cheese
I'm carrying lunch
Told P

name, in Belly
They tell me, its very difficult to see 25
And if I survive it'll probably be with a celly
My opportunities are low because my brown

That’s just funny
Where the fuck the ladies at to
Help me do something? No
Believe I would tell ‘em, to
Get a man with cheese, a white man breeds
I’m left

Fuck company I'm solo in this bitch cuz they can't fuck with me
Fuck what they talking bout I'm standing on it heavy like I'm sumo
I could take yo bitch

cash digitally 
Stop it clone, you can't be me 
Stop it clone, you can't be me
I make my cash, low low
An open verse, no no
I fucked that bitch, go go

be fucking with the fuzz
But if you pumping this then keep showing me love
And if you hate best be cautious when you're walking through the club
Cause

Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they

(OOOHHHWEE!), No Limit! (OOOHHHWEE!)
Haters off, can't stop us, can't stop me (OOOHHHWEE!)
Y'all, know, where we be (OOOHHHWEE!)
Somebody tell valet to bring my

Goodie Bag

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

suit, no tie
Niggas ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo'
You leavin' the hotel 254

Today was good to me, I went to the Goodwill
With the ten

We as Americans

Eminem

Straight from the Lab

2003

and a pit bull in the seat
These pigs'll get bit foolin' with me, quit foolin' with me
Bitch, you're gonna see, no pistol in the seat
Why it always gotta

Now we all over seas with a hundred on me vv's on freeze
Man we hotter than a lot of these
Capping ass nigga's
Only bragging bout the cash non rapping

your Audi
Tempramental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo, my attitude is all fucked
Up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can fuck with me
You feel

my rap ya see me flying
Matter fact no you don't unless the people with me post
Look in my face and no you won't
You can't be like me hater hope, that

Jockin' My Style

Craig Mack

Operation: Get Down

Here comes a rhyme in your ear
Craig Mack is here, so have no fear
My rhymes push the hack to the rear
I'm severe, rap pioneer, with funk I steer,

refuse to be defeated
Competition's depleated cuz my rhyme's so heated
And you can't fuck with me, ya need to stop fakin
I'm workin on my sixth CD