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Watch Out

Hitman

The Way I Am

2004

in love with it

[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]
Watch out
All these scandalous hoes in L.A
Got me rolling with my glock out
Swing by pick up my dough

Fine by me
You know that is fine by me, bitch
Fine by me
You know that is fine by me, bitch

Put'em on the careless
I'ma put'em to the moon
They

ER

Royce da 5'9"

Success Is Certain

2011

That defibrillator flow

As long as I'm alive the game gon' be breathin'
Even though it's wheezin'
Hit 'em like, like clear! clear!
Wake his ass up

Run it Up
I almost gave it up I almost ran outta luck
I hit the field I had no funds
I had to get wit the plug
Told em the deal need it up
front time

salute 'cause the shit don't stop
Got em runnin' routes to recoup this guap
We up right now but there was so much lost
Packages stole, plants seized by

Coming 2 America

Ludacris

Word of Mouf

2001

for that rodeo, that rodeo show!
Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people
I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no where

About me now, so who gonna keep up
If you stay surrounded by the clouds
We should meet up
Talking bout that Bud
That Flame
That Kush that Mary Jane
I roll

ladies walkin' by
They want some pictures and shit
So I figured I'd get up and
Give 'em something to wild about
Living my best life
That's what this smile

That's how we do business
To the nail, tell 'em fragile
Hit them with the stiffness, we won't forget
We might do some forgiveness
But, if it's money,

Toast To That

Jadakiss

I Love You (A Dedication to My Fans): The Mixtape

2011

Floyd hit 'em
It was never beef everything was soy wit 'em
Ex rhythm hunter, used to enjoy rhythm,
As the years went by he learned more wisdom
Always

Imma keep on grinding, I’m on the come up
It don’t matter if I have to start from the bottom up
All my bars are like first degree murder
We jus starting

trusting bitches
Hit em with it, hit em with it, hit em with it
Look at these diamonds like Sonny Liston
Migos fighting in the crowd
Looking like Ron Artest

up Jamaican
Bahamas with the baby momma feet in the sand
Hit up Dubai mall to spend a couple bandz
Throwing money left and right calling me the rain

the camera got me on my sensitive side
I'm only driving right now to put emotion aside
But you can tell by the song ain't no hope in my eyes

There wasn't hope

All I ever wanted 
Was to make my momma
Proud 
Be 
The man in my town 

Yeaaaaah 
Bring the whole gang up 

From the ground 

All I ever wanted 
Was

fumble or mumble when I hit runs
They like you need a hand out I doubt you route the scene clean in this route
Rap the heist I got a stash in store
Still

feel
That brain won't get you your degree, but I bet you them loans will
That banana clip split as I watch his dome peel
Hop on any nigga track, now tell

a wifey with a UP degree
these are actual facts you can google it's free
you can ask all, who's the coolest?, it's me!

Chorus:

Urgency, Emergency, after

entire space till you can't recognize no one by their face
Leave them burnt to the third degree bet your mama done heard of me
I'm on a lyrical murder

about what's on my mind
So for instance, check the difference
I take a hit, and deal with the pain
But I see some people take a hit to deal with the pain,

complain, lyrics be wrecking your brain
Because we be wrecking the planet, because we the best by far
Now here we are, living amongst the stars
And effects,

grow
Stay out my pockets though, or Imma link with other hoes
Get the fuck right out my face, need some space
Told your bitch to come and hit my place

deliverin an eatin/ virus thats makes you a dumb weaklin/ delivered by peein/ on muhfuckas who can’t tell what’s deceivin/ My family/ tells me/ I need/ to be/

You gonna get smoked I just gotta let 'em know
Pull up with a drive by hit 'em real slow
Body on the floor and there he goes
His family’s crying I had