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Looking Over a City

Latyrx

Quannum Spectrum

1999

definitive junk
Brain rape train bottle burners or books, FUCK THAT!

LYRICS BORN:

Imagine this, Angeles, or San Francisco
And everybody sandwiched in,

named me semi
Best that i stay way from Henny
Keep two MVPs like the rockets stop it
Can’t cuz i stay wit my brother you got it
Hate me or love me that

grades up
I ain make excuse nigga I gotta do this
Little brother looking up tah me we gone get through this
Same pops different moms it’s so confusing

on the phone, ask him
When he coming home baby bottle pop my heart sour
And steal like some chrome
All my lyrics from the dome dopest out here in the O
I ain't

Still be the best in my city, cop the bud for my brothers, and my bitch, imma beat it out The frame
Vex stay strapped with a pole, I don't get why

out really far
MJ I'm setting the bar
Pop a bottle celebrate
Go head and light a cigar
Russian to rule us out
When you already know I'm the czar
Dolo

New York Strait Talk

Gang Starr

Moment of Truth

1998

Yo, it doesn't make sense, for you to compete against
This New York vibe that gets your whole body tense
Calm down, listen to a brother who knows

me a vacation, it's been suffocating to let you go
Look, had to change up my lyrics my dawg, and my people my brothers
My bitch is my queen and my

my raps so you bound to hear it
An by the end a the week had ya postin' up lyrics
Huh
Like jus be truthful
Half the bottle of henny got me feelin'

Lyrics at Abundance but never at disposal

composed in the secrecy, and privacy of my business, styles get spied on, fits get tried on
ensuring my

best"

[Guru]
Yo, it doesn't make sense, for you to compete against
this New York vibe that gets your whole body tense
Calm down, listen to a brother who

We gots to get paid paid, paid
Ayy

Who want it with the kid from the motherland?
Pass daps and the spliff to my brother hand
Can't pick from

There's niggas in the car behind me and they don't like when you get close
I pop two Roxies, feel it, all that feelin' shit be finished
I pray every time

dincondo tsa bostoutere
Pop bottles, Celebrate life ntwana tla o ntshelele

Sibayenza busy elokishini mara still mfana angibhay skelem
Isphithiphithi

demon I don't gotta show proof he got one to the head
Got me a bag threw my brother one too we took the ones out the bed
Man they playing I'm not playing

BLP KOSHER - “Smoke To The Garden” - Lyrics 

  

Stuck inside a cloud, I’m here till it Darkens  

It’ll darken whoah ohhhh  

To help me ease

Allies

Poor Righteous Teachers

The New World Order

1996

and your crew had better get your act together 

Before I have to cut the fool release the stormy weather 

Whatever you say, but nigga pop your shit my

And when I'm done I'm like, "Ugh
Fucked up my Nike Ones"
It's Mr monster, Mad Rocko, pop toast
Pop ex and finger pop hoes at the same time
Homes worldwide

and Malcolm and Gandhi
If you can, come and stop me
If you dare come and pop me
But do not get smoked
Got some brothers and don't fuck with others
And it's for

champagne bottle
While you pray for your lotto Ima speed at full throttle
Slick talk ears bleeding when you listen to my lyrics
Get you spinning and praying

Bookie a wiz
Pop a bottle of coca-cola and sip the fizz
I been celebrating because I just passed a quiz
Lotta nuts in the city
I'm a start calling 'em jizz

scholars go ahead and pop a bottle
College ain't the model we don't gotta fucking follow we just young and mogul minded
That's the motherfucking motto
Yes we

can tell I got the passion
just when you thought, bring it hot with the pop off, bottle up the good, with the chronicles of Jub

sick flow ultra, dance

cook
The kon artis
Make way for the hell raiser
Mysterious neighbor
Cuttin throats with broke coke
Bottles and rusty razors
I ain't the one to save you