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Intro

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith

1995

baby
Check this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head

know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm

hit by the stick
Lil bitch said she down for lil matty on cap
The realest in charge ain't no cap in ma rap
Gat double the bags i gat double the racks

Even Ax and Smash had to add in a Crush
Better bow to your leaders, Who can see us
When we hit the arenas
It's hectic as the Collision in Korea
Michaels

I'm from Santana block Crip, so it's gon' do with it
It wasn't even a cool phrase before my man died
Yeah, nigga, huh
I risked my life for this shit,

night we performed Badlands
In it's entirety i'm gonna tell you what
There's not a single radio hit
On that album and they
Still sang every fucking word

I might fight the whole team by myself, cause I'm a loner
I might pop a bean by myself, cause I give no fucks
I be in the raq, where it's no love

swerve swerve swerveee
Multiple the square root of 99 by the amount of times that I've been high
And divide it by the 3.14 the PI
And that will equal to my

He keep on playing he get played by the gun
You too serious need to have some fun
In that 40 I hit that dash
And the police they were on our ass
I

Gladiators

DJ Kayslay

The Drama King Presents: Straight Stuntin' Magazine

2007

is constipated

Juelz Santana:
What you know 'bout it, I'm a rich pimp
I get dough then have your bitch go count it
I'll hit you with the quarter

Look, look, look, look
My dirty bitch just hit me for the K because she tapped in
Ain't never been scared, nigga show me a witness
Imma T the bitch

across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man

50 On my wrist when I walk like this
Aye
50 In my mouth when I talk like this
Aye
50 On her blouse open up and take it out lemme hit it on the couch

on a thousand
No shit you can borrow
I been the man since a git
No snatch
Yo bitch she a thot
She get hit from the back

Thirty go by a new bitch gone twerk

hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow

Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping

They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah

I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit

sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!

Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't

be somebody rich
Look
But for now this what you get
Nigga been chased a hit
Maybe a number one album
But we gotta wait for the outcome
But I'm only

a list of maybe 400 people. I called. I texted. I emailed them one by one, and I explained to them, Hi, how are you? I know we haven't talked in a while,

This How We Eat

Too Short

Chase the Cat [Clean]

2001

the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some

Hey man, it's Jeremy, uh, your manager. I just wanted to run a few ideas by you. Um, I'm really having trouble pitching your music around, I gotta be

on my dog
We the truth by far
Young GOAT, way 'fore Earl Manigault in that park
Now it's prime only 'fore you hit that heart
I built a penthouse in

where i sleep, now give me my key

[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with

coming by the caseload
Yo mans would drop you from the label if I say so
Damn, it got so quiet in here
We gon make it all the way, that's provided I steer