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Goin' off the Deep End

Y&T

Ten

1990

this world on fire - fire
Do my livin' on the edge
Take every shot, down to the wire - wire
Burnin' up - burnin' up
Movin' straight ahead

Oh - I'm

I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell

Can't C Me

2Pac

All Eyez on Me

1996

I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell

right here by side
If you, thinkin you know what I'm goin thru
Then you, just keeper me prayed up like my grandmama would do
Cant even keep it on the low

fell out a lot with some friends gotta win
Love em to death but won't talk to again
Better myself, stack it up til' the end
Ain't right with the fam how

tell your cheerleaders bring it on
Your neighbor used to pay you by the week to come and clean the lawn
You went to Everglades High? Ain't no robbers

a wood by the morning
Poppin' my shi til its over
Can't end up a goner drop out with no high school diploma
Insomnia get to my head
Melatonin od to a point

if you ain't oh shit (oh shit)
In every lane so you know i'm goin my way
Never keepin up with my pace
Cause mayhem thru the fuckin town so unknown how

caught up, then you get shot up
See, violators will be prosecuted
By the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't

Rapper's Delight [7" Single Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Rapper's Delight & Other Old School Favorites

1998

name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now

Baby Got Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

MTV Party to Go, Vol. 3

1993

help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get ya home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause

If it's smoke, no, we can't rectify shit, we shoot FNs 'til you dead and lifeless (brr)
Plug sent a box, I told him expedite it
I just opened up

00am
You don't know what's goin'
On inside my head

Okay, yeah
And I like the way your brain's wired
I'll come around on late nights
I got you on lay-by

guys who called for help
I did it with my niggas
I ain't do it by myself
Do it for, do it for
For my family and friends
You know I got you 'til the end

We turning up never goin down
Listen what i'm saying now
Yeah that don't know me
I got yo bitch on me
She come thru like she Kobe
She tryna put it

us higher
Been up for few days and
I aint even tired
Ima keep goin til I reach someone I’ll inspire
Not bound by limitations lookin down at the sky

Just like division
They mess with snitches
Ain't playing quidditch
Ain't stoppin' til I
Fuckin' kill a nigga
Then keep goin' til I
Get acquitted
On all

fire her the next mornin'
'Til I'm gone, goin' dumb, fingers numb, from the jottin'
Bein' honest, non stoppin', gone psychotic from the plottin'
Late

high
Getting off in five, come & take a ride down memory lane again
Call my name again into the night
‘til we break through it
Strange waters always

shit ain’t calm me down 
Pickin up flows like I’m in the lost n found while I’m smokin on some loud that has purple all around 
Ha
Reminiscin bout 
Life

run some numbers up
Late night talks till the sun is up
Maybe we could tie the knot for now lets just double dutch
If we on a date we aint goin dutch
Im

ain't gon' stop us
We just gettin' started
We gon' move the party to somebody house
'Til the sun come out
Two drinks at all times
The club is all mine, we

And the track ain't on fire
'til I spit my shit

Lay my verse, show my game
I don't gotta keep sayin' it
You already know my name
But, if you don't then hi
My

the weed on deck
Get the hoes on the line
Let 'em know it’s 'bout that time
Need to put it way up
Where the sun don’t shine
You can have her after
I don’t