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Family Reunion

Hitchcock

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

mint condition
Or the sig in the car you dissin' muah
Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad
I

KXNG CROOKED, Eastside, Long Beach, California

My name is KXNG CROOKED
I snap on you rappers often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my

get chips no frito

Stand by me
I am not Ben E
She want king
So she can take the laurels
Rest on thousand count sheets
What I smoke, OG
How I go, odee

through the front do'
Call em Willona, Run in ya home
Gotta bitch that'll set up the lick
And she don't want bread she just want some dome
So I slide her

Three the Hard Way

Jermaine Dupri

Life in 1472

1998

and yay, hear what I say?
Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off
Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft
Oh you type thug niggaz
Frump niggaz, yo

followed by crappiness
I think that's the definition of happiness
Temporary moments that are filled with joy
Then all the emptiness that will come after it
I

Baby keep on calling my phone (phone)
Wanna know when I'ma come home (come home)
She telling me that I be fucking bitches
And I told her that she

just been whipping the streets
Only come home to eat
Pink Dolphin don't need no sleep

I'm a rare breed
Y'all are just sheep
Counting my racks
Rolling my

Alone in Vegas

Pusha T

Fear of God II: Let Us Pray

2011

the tide turns when the pupil's now the teacher
The game can't go by just followin' the leaders
You gotta be better than the ones who precede ya, yeah

on the phone she want me to come home so i can beat it up (So i can beat it up)
When i go on a mission got ice on my pendant but i’m never freezing up (Never

it kept coming back like this
One day I just decided to face it
Embrace it for inner peace
So I can be all I must be

I didn't come this FAR
To only

ain't forget ya 
I swear those ten years before I met you girl I missed ya 

Just because you're not with me in the flesh 
Doesn't mean that your memories

I'm dreamin'
I love my family, gon' make sure they eating
I'm by myself so I don't need a team man
Never fail math I just count up the green man
Yeah I

Has anybody seen my 24's
Them shit was stoled
Niggaz ran up in my Mama House When I wasn't Home but if I was I would of put that 40 cal
Right up to they

yours, so just come mine
We know these roads, we don't need signs
Clothes are the only things on line
I got rips in every t-shirt
My jeans all stained from

a wank with me
(I'm thinking of ladies) come on, come on
Come and have a wank with me
(playing with their vulvas) come on, come on
Come and have a wank

whom
Have I harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running

Hasn't

me gone)
I'm on my way back home (I'm gone)
Back home (I'm Gone)

Mi a tell ya dis sensi to me
Ting dem call me di sensi king
Dem cal me mister up deh

the storm and cursing at the wind
Wishing you could just come back
Cold from the icy rain
I'm just out here amongst the constellations
Surrounded by ocean,

nothing like the first time (I gotta have your ass home)
or how things used to be

Ok, come travel with me down memory lane
Back in my wonder years when

lights flicker
Hold me for a minute
I don't want you to be a memory memory
I'm parked by the lamppost 
Begging you to come home
Morning of a Sunday
Driving

through my bones
I’m on
Can’t copy can’t clone rare cloth broken home
Trappin the metro phones carrying hammers with killas who’ll never come home
You ain’t

All-American Prophet

Rory OMalley

The Book of Mormon [Original Broadway Cast]

2011

to believe it just 'cause
Oh, I guess that's kinda what you were going for
Blarg

The Prophet Joseph Smith died for what he believed in
But his followers,

come back with some sand
Dawg, I be at home all day poppin' illys
See how long it take to count a million
Bitch, if you make me lose count, I'ma kill