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every week
You be talking that bullshit the backhand you'll meet
You a boy talking backstreet on me
Push the rogue why u walk on your feet
Burn a raw an I

In the backstreet like them boys
She play with me like a toy
This smoke fucking up my voice
They say they on top, but who really topping me
I got

a warrior but when It's war that boy put down his Sword
Death before dishonor
It's Nothing less and n**** it ain't Nothing more
Do dem drills on backstreets

Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human

Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful 
Talk cheap

Might just stomp on a opp
Call that boy album, he gon' drop
Huh, I ain't got time to stop
And this glock gon' turn his oversized T to a crop top
I'm glad

me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)

I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like

play for keeps
Shit get muddy like a dirt bike ain't nun sweet
Play coming off da turnpike I'm on da backstreet
Serving niggas unfamiliar boy you gotta

Rap Like Me

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House [Clean]

1990

even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used

on steroids
True Religion corduroys
Manager jigging the Backstreet Boys
The Beverly Center with Apple's on Fiona
Boats with naked bitches in Barcelona
Fuck with

You, you, you can look up, I never come down
Home boy, I tap dance on the clouds
Who, who, who is it?

You, you, you can look up, I never come down

(where they at?)
Pussy boy, you don't get no rep off doin' drive-by's (facts)
Ace from the west, how he clicked up with the east side? (How?)
He ain't

The Souf

C-Note

I Need Mine

2007

shit, sound like my old albums
Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
But nigga y'all

I know I shouldn't have did that
I know it's come right back
I know it's' going to
Destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get your boy sent

B**** I'm from Dade County

Trina

We the Best

2007

By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich

here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel

name was Henry Tudor
Boo yah, back on the beat
Kill a Backstreet Boy with the back of my feet
She text back your boy for some meet and greet
In

Still Talkin'

Eazy-E

Eazy-Duz-It

1988

Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka

Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch

Black boy black boy I ain't really different
I'm just done getting fucked by the system
Grew up from a crack in the concrete jungle
Till we popping

and listen

Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam

A lot of people tried to discourage me man 
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics

love her face
By Monday I'll have a new bae

They cannot attack me
Run up on who and get left on the backstreet
Hoes take wood and get put in a taxi

I cant let em catch me lackin
Architect no rapper this is more than an album

I was born by the river
By the river
In a little tent
Oh and like

I'm home)
(Under the street lights, they turn night to day-eyay)

Rollin' through my town
Windows rolled down
Hit the backstreets 
See them boys actin'

don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By

pushing through like I'm Lupe 
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking