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spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows
'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now

When I Hustle

Lloyd

Notebook Paper

2007

[Huey]
Hello
No I'll be there in the minute
But I got something to do
What? 
Look you should know there's one main thing you're next

[Chorus:

No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops (hold on), no more teardrops
Talk about it, they talk about it
Tell 'em I gotta talk about

I got somethin' else to tell you 'bout the new Motown
Where people don't visit, they move out here
And ain't no tellin' who you might see up in

kill
Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, fuck us, we will
Take a life, lethal injection or free will
Tookie got murdered by the pigs, fuck did he

Life's a bitch
Ohhh

A got a mug full of mud
And a bowl fulla bud
Good morning
Good morning

I'm sitting on the dock of the bay
Zoning to Otis Redding

And I done came a long way from that juice box
Stop it, 'cuz now I feel like Huey from The Boondocks
Air Force 1s, still rockin' 'em wit' tube socks

want to give you tender love
Till you say, I've got to stop
Just the One (I've Been Looking For)
Huey Lewis & The News little Sally Walker
Huey Lewis

All of these niggas been living lie
I could just tell by the look in they eyes
None of em happy and they don't know why
Poppas is gone and they momma

Heartbeat Props

Digital Underground

Sons of the P

1991

go on, it's time to drop a few bombs
(Get busy, G, go on and take ?em to school)
Yeah, it's time spread the jewels
I ask you about Malcolm and you

Barry Goldwater
You can't be militant if you
Ain't got no military
But it's still a very powerful word
Picture some niggas with guns
Got 'em very

work 
I cannot tell by the way that you speaking to me
If you're telling the truth and it hurts, yeah
I got it bad, yuh yuh
I ain't got nothing to say (I

sagas, it's hood science
4 A.M. Infomercials tellin' you where to buy it
1-800-Nas&Hit, all six like a greatest hits
No, my brother, you got to cop your

like? 
My shell toes go untied 
Smoke good, set fire
Look good, get mine
Dab on them hoes
Zebra adidas we got em 
who need em?
Don't cuff at the show
Too

for this shit
I got my balls in my grip
Another brod in my whip
I been staving for hits
I mean that all that they give
That’s all i can get
Call my

Kapernick with 2Pac's anatomy
I got 'em mad at me
'Cause I freed kids from the trap
And put morals over salary
But they would rather me lie the
Way they lied

've never been fake with em
But you wouldn't know about that
I'm what you get when you mix Riley's hustle with Huey's mind
Thank God for Pops I'm lucky I even

a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem

Get it by all on, seen me
How would you want some
Makin' some

National Anthem

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Seminar

1989

dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem

Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot

The pentagon had a plan for a rescue
They said

Beasts from the East

Redman

Love, Peace & Nappiness [Clean]

1997

Now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks,
Official Lost Boyz since the year of '86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
At times

die by the gun (baow)
Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I done
My nigga got bond and he went on the run (go)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk

more
I just hope that you can't stand me no more, yeah yeah yeah (yeah, ay)

When shit got rough man ain't nobody wanna stand by me
Now everybody

You need to come correct or get left
Mm yeah, yeah
Huey, Huey aye
Huh, huh
I get 'em high let the pressure help 'em see the vision
Don't wear

a train
Now we up on camelback, it was mansions onna hills
We was creepin up, cut lights off, parked away from the crib
That nigga huey gave us gum n we got