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let me slide inside
Hold up, wait, just see your tape
On Saturday I need me Renée
Pum pum good, but I love her face
By Monday I'll have a new bae

Back at the time before I made one track at a time
Made it myself you can check ya the masters are mine
Mix master written by Paka lapping you guys
I

watch me churn
There's only so many spots they're had to earn

Pack it up pack it in
Let me begin
Too many men are judged by the color of their skin
Their

Time for the N9ne because I'm the chosen
Never gotta be foolish to get the dough
Like a lot of you actin' up on TV to get a ho
You don't wanna have

sighted 
I swear I love to fix things by rewriting 
Liking the fact you understand I care
And if you dare me to swear I just might right there 
On the spot

up on my thing
Oh girl you been doing the thing
What nobody praying for me
Like Kendrick does it alone
Number one I just
Started to rap and then

out
Just looking for that hook

(Wait Dre look)
Shorty I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be 'cause shorty
You love me
And I love

Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I Flight the night from LA to NY

I'm Harlem bound
You see

benze i got cash
Hit up LA and get my advance
Fakes wanna kick it just cuz I'm next
Bitches wanna chill just for the sex
You know where I'm at if you come

to these lips
You wanna continue on, it's best to be stripped
And don't you worry, I'm a master
For this you won't need no pastor
Before I begin there's

it, ran it
To a bump I'm sayin' damnit, don't got time to slow 'da pace
When the clock goin tick-tock
You don't wanna criss-cross
All up in the mix
Lost

make up she a master piece
She like it when I realign her spine cuz she gon cum for me
La Fararri dreams so I can't be around just anyone
It's funny how

In My Backyard

Dead Celebrity Status

Blood Music

2006

to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. 
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be

through and we left him for dead
Opp came through we slime out his chest
Opp came through put him to rest
Me you don't wanna test
You not bulletproof and I

cry
But can't help it, I don't need to lie
Life flies by and someday you'll die
But death is another start, a new life to supply
Pick yourself up
Start

Hoodlum

Mobb Deep

Armed and Dangerous: Best of Big Noyd

2003

illin' and grillin', get ya melon lit up
Y'all niggas is butt, you want me? I'm right in QB, what?
Where you find me at, sippin' Cognac from a cup
With

That would be a lie, nah, you'd see me cry
All I wanna do is pick up pen and paper writing rhymes
Welcome to my 9 2 5, You know this my shitty life
So

Return Of The Rucksack

Stormzy

Gang Signs & Prayer

2017

the sex on me
I've got scars for days, I'm so tribal
You're not Ghana made, you're not Michael
I can spar and spray with my idols
Look, if I slap your

My name within it'self is a
Language that bring you wealth
Careful, comin' at me's
Like hangin' yourself, at a
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead

packs in don’t know you I’m taxing
Don’t front quit asking ain’t hooking it up don’t care if its yo last $10


Verse 1:

Tell me what you got ayyyy
Cause

Baby follow me
And I will follow you
Be the real McCoy
So what you wanna 
What you wanna do
I got what you want
And you are all I need
You can

packs in don't know you I'm taxing 
Don't front quit asking ain't hooking it up don't care if its yo last $10 

Tell me what you got ayyyy 
Cause I been

Shawty come on with me I'ma take you out to paradise
Rollin' with me lucky like a pair of dice
Come on ride up on me yeah you close just like that

I'm a Bad

Redman

Whut? Thee Album

1992

wanna get out of here!)
Yo kid chill, aight, aight, check it out

Flexy I'm sexy when I'm standin' in my drawers
If you can't check me when I