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Dirty Beats

Reprazent

In the Møde

2000

associate the cream that melt
All over tracks the states and patents are created
Like a amblem on the girl that says it's highly rated
You figured out how

Cosby

Three-to-ten years seems like not enough time in prison for the large number of lives BC damaged permanently
And sixty-nine years on this planet is

Windpipe

RZA

Belly

1998

the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome 
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured 
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage

A Million and 1 Buddah Spots

Redman

Dare Iz a Darkside

1994

boys and girls 
Which one do you go to? 
Which one do you go to
I'm packin' buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks 
Hey yo I didn't

NEVER PLAY IT BY THE STREET RULES
ALL MY HATERS GOT BLUES
THROW YOUR SHIT IN THAT BASKET
 NIGGAHS BE DEAD LAYING IN A CASKET
YOU NIGGAHS AINT IN MY

body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street

the break stop
Four and three and two and one
Here we go let's have some fun
Fresh music is what its all about
Now all the ladies scream and shout
Now get

if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track)

Try to set up shop get glowed up

Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups

I got your chop

windows roll down
I'm on a roll now, you wannna roll now?
You roll up baby girl windows roll down

[Verse 3: Relay]
I got these nonbelievers into

sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?

Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)

Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties

New York City gritty committee, pity the fool

Simon Says [US Remix]

Pharoahe Monch

Simon Says/Livin' It Up [Clean]

1999

Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst

that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up

the trillest)
Verse 3 we ain't done bitch you know the deal
Tryna get that new Benz with the stainless wheels
Push to start ion even need a key
And it came with

crews 
By the time 21
Wondering what imma do 
Fuck it gotta keep it present 
Cause the past is filled with doom

3am we still talking 
Walking 
By myself

Bitches 2

Ice-T

O.G. Original Gangster

1991

him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on  the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white

Time passing by, I try to ease my mind at night so I dilate my eyes
Now I'm geekin in the streets
I be thinking deep, I just made six songs at 3 AM

Yeah I don't need you
But you be looking at me hella lately
And I see you
Don't worry I feel your eyes upon me as I leave you
Sorry girl I know you

make a rack, confused
Or did I spend, I'm losing track
Just copped new Jordan 4s, times two, brand new, me and my bae matching
Me and broski got a new

And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack, New

Move Around

Mannie Fresh

Crunk Hits, Vol. 2

2006

hands up (put 'em up)
And all my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: B.G.]
It ain't easy livin where the young die fast

Running up this bag til it's off white
Ye my girl bad she a top style
Yeah I go mad cause it gets wild,
But that's just how we living in these tough

You know the news is kinda like, this is the most divided this country has ever been
It's like, why, cause we tweet at each other
You know we had a war,

girl giving head to this track slow bobbing
I'm rolling like wiz with some motherfucking weed
Kicking my limp flow with a pocket full of green
I sellout

Man

Pharrell Williams

Konnichiwa

2016

Tryin' not to get killed by the police
And I be schoolin' MC's
Nobody leaves 'til half-past-three
This year I'mma teach them a lesson
Tell Grace don't