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BedRock

Lloyd

Promo Only: Urban Radio (January 2010)

I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock)

Uh, the got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her, with her attractive ass
And now we

'm way too determined bitch!
And I'm preaching my sermon trick
Like Eric and Parrish Smith
And I carry a pair of fists
That'll tear up a terrorist

And I'm over my nervousness
And I'm way too determined bitch!
And I'm preaching my sermon trick
Like Eric and Parrish Smith
And I carry a pair of fists

miss me, actin gay
He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A.
Doin it the O.G. way; it's sorta like
the Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me
So

The truth was told and the proof was written
My future wrote if I use this Smith &

I go hard in my life, that's Bible
That's why I drink hard 'til it's

The Abduction

Wu-Tang Clan

The Piece Maker

2000

Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate 
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough

on your phone
I got plenty of evidence that you're fake clear as we know
You're a scamming fuck to me Michael, calling you out by your name
Enemy The Rapper

The Palladium

Ahmad

Ahmad

1994

o'clock I'm ready to split
Ready to get in my Chevy to get home and start hittin it hard w/ Betty
Smith or Johnson, fuck it it don't matter
Just want

like its taunt
Said he wanna fuck w me but all that shit was talk
Im not ever caught
Teachin lessons im not taught
Shooting shots at me like smith

off the top, heat it up like it’s fire
Get it both ways, moving pack like the wire
Didn't come to play, hoe, I’m snatching like Deebo
I can’t miss

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England looking to get forward. Strong start by the boys in white, keeping the ball well. Long ball forward by Hope, but

I feel it's time we shape back up, baby

It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I

Play The Next Man

EPMD

Business Never Personal

1992

(Erick Sermon) 

What's up wit that homegirl  why you frontin 

My raggamuffin  c'mon  help me wit somethin 

You like me  I can tell by your

you from the bottom but your life feel like a western
I know your life a movie not Will Smith but Smith and Wesson
Just hold on to them blessings (Don't

them said I could, I was tryna K.O.D
Demons named Sam Smith, the way that energy could stay with me

I just wanted closure, miss when granny used to lay

Wha Wha, Wha, wha cash Money, wha, wha, wha
Hot Boy$, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, w-wha
Look

What it be like
Get inside 'fore street lights 17 right
I

locked up to me
She locked up with me
I treated on her
Took it as a dis
Baby I with it
I just want a kiss
I always hit yeh
I never miss
They might just

Outy When I Drive/Blamed

Chris Brown

Indigo [Extended]

2019

I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh

Yezzur
Ride around in the night time like I'm Michael Knight call me Knight Rider
Whoo, shit, I just might fly by ya, Skoo, Shit
I, Ride around in

I'm surrounded by woman I know it's hard to trust me
Mixing liquor with jealousy I can see the envy
I'm moving like a six speed
If I die would you miss

and subtract my guy im busy spitting Facts
I can never Miss my Shot ( im to busy )
Im busy chasing the bag
E be like Eyyy aint nothing can stand in my Way
Cuz e

I ball in my feelings
Too much
I'm feeling lost
And the feeling is rough
I know
Michael Phelps with the shit
Man that's tough
Like the drip
Don't

these sentences in prison
It's just us bearing man
Man I miss my dawgs, they living way to far
Either locked behind them bars
Or living up in stars
Man I

Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me