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Stop Playing Wit Me

Master P

Only God Can Judge Me

1999

mercy, but y'all bitches, can't hurt me
Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy, big percy
And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve'
For a hot

moment that'll change your life
The second you hear it
Is when niggas would go word-for-word reciting your lyrics
And then you stop and just chill/ Cuz

And i was a shy nigga
Not one for the talking
I'm always thinking the bigger picture
I'm tired of tripping
And now I'm buzzing
I sit to myself

Never one

go to Brit School
I came fast with the way I act, right
I can't last if I'm smoking on a crack pipe
And I won't be a product of my genre
My mind will

for survival this is how I go insane abstract
C major playing with pianos since a teenager into the middle I split this track be curious

I unlock my

brother cross up
Tellin you the feelin, I can't even express it enough
Swear that shit there will shock ya
Baptized for my sins, I'm still havin some dreams

Brothers and sisters, go on and
Get you a good
Little seat because it's time for a talk
(Yes, sir)
And grab an ice cube while you're at it
Because

Combo meal, $295 oh what a deal
"Would you like that super
Sized for 35 cents?" for real?
Ok go 'head
Just don't do hawkin' on my bread
Can I substitute

the jewels on my neck
Class of Deja, went school with the best
When I fire my lyrics, you know I shoot for the chest and the head
Eyes rolled back, better

gotta bunch of those
Getting paid for shit I did a month ago
Check my account got it jumping tho
10K aint a lot when ya brother broke
See what I got

for all my brothers, wanna see us winning
I can set up my own future, never see the ending
Yeah, man, it's been a while since I hopped on an old school

expecting a visit from Jesus

I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

I don't go in

Oju ti ri to no be wasa
My own brother got me backstabbed
Like, im a real one
Marley gbe won lo
Orin mi da bi alabalubu o ngbe won lo
Commot for there

'm sayin'?
Yo, go 'head (rip that shit)

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be

lights go
Y’all to slow for this verse
Im back with it, Im back with it
No I cant go back, Cant lack with it
When I rap on the beat
Gotta stack with it
Try

school rap we need to bring back, yeah check out my syntax, I'm bad man

The lyrics of this are purely satirical in its nature and are meant to poke fun

Brooklyn-Queens

3rd Bass

Cactus Revisited

1990

on a brother for a knot
To choose between the have and the have-not
Do you doubt the shade of vanilla?
I'll play Elvis and you play Priscilla
Oh he's no

I ain't really go to school
You were takin notes, I was addin the fuel
To the flame, you won't ever forget my name

Imma let you know I'll do what it

know my lyrics but she love me for my ad libs
Pop a tab and I aint have no weed that was bad trip
Chanaynay on her feet my bitch too flee she spent some

This one's for the real hustlers
Hustlers never die
We don't grow old
We just keep it going
New hustle new day
Never stop
If you can relate you

Action Satisfaction

Jurassic 5

Jurassic 5

1998

A style that can surprise ya 
Your eyes is on the prize 
We can go line for line 
I ain't hard to find 
While we break your spine 
My mild style

time for him to go

Take him to the morgue, put a tag on his toe
Not the type you can play a game with
Fuck around, look at all the niggas that I came

I Don't Need You

Dom Kennedy

Starr

2015

fast, I know that all my shit's cool
I will blast and I didn't go to Brit School
I came fast with the way I act, right
I can't last if I'm smoking

It’s a greater story
Back in elementary school looking for some glory
And every single night I prayed it wasn’t mandatory
This your house but don’t