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I drink I smoke I fuck
My kind we fight in the club
I mix up that vodka with the chronic and I feel that love
I dream I work I bleed
I say things

Rhyme's
I said you rap like shit (huh)
Way way
Back in the street 
I meant the strippers
Ball'in with the gangster
Right in the club star
What next is to be

what used to be strange to me,
just aint strange to me no more
yeah, I done seen this sh-t before
its just another day, outside my door
outside my door

don't wanna feel a fucking thing no more; Davy
Jones, I'm coming home by jumping overboard
You want my memories, you can't have everything
Rot at my very

It's Okay

Rashad

XXX

2002

enemies
Jump in, not big by their Bent-e-lies
See me in the hood I'm associatin'
With a burner in ya mouth no adosciatin'
Ma carriers it's hilarious, I

around me I seem to assume
Now I'm just posted up right in the club with my brother we sipping on Casa Azul
Just had one bottle so times it by 2
Just had

out so they can kiss the sky
Its like Budda, Mami's say, man is he blessed Pac to push a man in a vest
They won't relapse no indeed he's back, my rap

the shit  be the shit
Walk straight in the club hoes yell out get me in
I get bottle service yell out give me ten give me ten
I don't need no practice I'm

she on some thot shit
free ralo 12 can't stop shit opp shit pop shit sock it  pop it

Smith & Weston gotta lemon squeeze
I Fuck bad bitchez with ease

Niggas fakin
On the guys, these niggas hatin
Uh, I need me a break
But shit, I can't be chillin

Thought by now, I have a million
Can't stop chasin
Say I'm

with you, who gon stop it?
When the lights get low, be my shadow
I know she gon' milk this like cattle
Get the finest silk, not no cater-
Pillars might

Real Shit

Rakim

The Master

1999

with two of your most deadliest men's in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home or not
It's that no

And I just saw some shit that you wouldn't believe
With this bomb, baby palm, ain't no tricks up my sleeve
Let me slide up in this mix, get some chicks

Nigga wan' talk on my name he a bitch
Cartier watch on my wrist bitch I'm rich
Can't walk in the club with no stick
I just get bread all my diamonds

I Know

Webbie

Savage Life 2

2008

[Chorus]
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody f**k with me
God got my back so
Lil boosie keep his mind at ease
And god know I know
That somebody

Bop Your Head

Killah Priest

View From Masada

2000

my explosive fist
Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick
What now, nigga? Look at ya, talk shit

Can`t do it, 'cause you ain`t got no

dikhate madlove but i can't trust i got some issues
Mein teri wjh se ab teri jagah pe mein karunga show
With all my bros ye sare h dope jb krte flow ye

I be on go, On the road
And I can't stop
Pour another 4, In the cup
Sipping straight drop
Bagging all these Os, Make it P
But it's no Op
Yeah I got

the caption
I've only amounted a minimal fraction
Eat good, I got indigestion
Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen
Can't get rid of my pain with Aspirin
Dave

of them gelleys just ant freak out
Yea it is not my fault
I can't feel my face and I can't fit shout
Omo, make dem mark my words
Make dem no day mix up

Git Up

D12

D12 World

2004

The motherfuckers don't want us to come up, bum rush in the club
And run up in it with a bunch of motherfuckers from Runyon
Steady popping them onions
Ready, set

to the sauce
Occupation, distribution, I get no days off
This shit I let off, it can't end, I'm a floater

My daddy and grandma really hate, I deal with the drug

the courts decide fuck
Uh slip up then I sit up
With my abdomen no pushup
By a cliff I will not push my
Myself over I live up
Drugs were magic for emotion
But

is 
She fucking with the kid 
All up in the mix 
Baby I'm a big boss tell me what it is 

Suttin in the whip 
I'm driving with a risk 
Baby I'm a big