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Chorus:

Hillwood
Hustlaz
You can't
See us
We run
Houston
Thousands
Of tons

First Verse:

I'll take my gun and make you run
'cause it really don't

life
Because I hustle twice
As much as you should to have a function life
So I say it fuck it twice
I'll punk a guy and punch his eye
If ya try to fuck

classic t-pain antics
Got her makin up brand new dances
She get low to the ground like antz'
Everytime I put on anteris
All she think about is marriage

stage
Good vibes, catching ladies eyes
And you know that's how we do it ya'll

Dressing like...
Fresh Fits, Fresh Kits, iPhone and Cologne
Just can't wait

Rotate

Capone-N-Noreaga

Rotate [Clean]

2009

pat
Ends is the minimum
I treat o's like brand new tires rotate and spinnin 'em
This year the game's in a brand new perspective
We win, while we

a lampshade
Taking YV from the streets into a brand name
Young Leonardo, swear that you can't catch me
Got the green light, you wait, I'm great gatsby
I don't

N 2 Gether Now

David Davidson

The String Quartet Tribute to Limp Bizkit: Break Stuff

2004

on the highways of rap

Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media

the serious joint
A from sun to sun and day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating

sometimes the only way out is real narrow, 
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs, 
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah

brutalizing my nerves
You want a hot vocal, try utilizing your words
Ya’ll wore that shit to the ground and if you lames really doubt it
Then how is Pain still

ya
I got PTSD from the killin's of these beats
I'm a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin' soccer

N-2-Gether Now

DJ Godfather

Da Bomb, Vol. 4

2000

on the highways of rap

Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media

seen nobody like you
Always by my side always down to ride plus she don't talk less I tell her shoot
Let me take em back to March 28th when we was

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you

me a brand new toy
Two turntables with a mic, and I learned to rock like Dolemite
Time went by, on this God's creation, I knew someday I would rock

Banana clips'll crack your coconut
The toast will bust
Remove everything from your shoulders up
Listen ya head missin'
The coffin can't open up
You chokin'

Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie

I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them