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Mr. Nigga

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides

1999

put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your

gotta stand on this back too nigga 
Tryna teach my son how to stack too
Rack by rack nigga add two yeah

that bitch gon' Think she above you
So I'm loyal to the most high
That bitch fucking 
With my paper I'm cuttin all ties
She want me do da most 
I'm ot by

since that BP hit you think you lit
I built this shit up brick by brick, my name ain't on no list
I'm still on fish, you might get hit on if you like

the nana like a battery
No chains on my words make you feel like you sitting by the ray
Splash in a planet full of Ashes
Dust to dawn passes I tried fasting

Low Down Dirty

Eminem

The Slim Shady EP

1997

rich
Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out like Eckrich
Bandage making my neck itch, what the fuck? Give me the check bitch
You just lost

I'm going back to Cali
All I'm trynna do is get rich
Brand new whip a hundred thousand
In a two seater me and my bitch
All she wanna do is rock out

just a kid with a passion to blow up 

Got introduced to rapping 

By my bro Chuck 

Around age eleven 

Wrote my first rhyme ever 

For the first time

My friend finally made a record and took to the road and played guitar
He met this girl from Pennsylvania stuck by his side in love and war
Fearful

Over Here

Yelawolf

Trunk Muzik, Vol. 3

2019

broke and I couldn't have it
Uh, swipe that piece of plastic
Rode around Nashville for three hours
Listenin' to beats, waitin' for the magic
Swung by

Cash Money Niggaz

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

Back to this gangsta shit
I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich
Do my third to bricks
Now where I lay my head at 
Small baller believe that
That's why I

per terra ma farò diventare il mio hood rich
Fumo gas ogni mezz'ora per stare più chill
Double ice nel doublecup sprite e makatussin
Vendiamo gelati

time for the bitches
Two times for dealers
And two times for the strippers 

You rich bitch you better get richer
Can't be broke and be happy I'm being

Double Up

Nipsey Hussle

Victory Lap

2018

(yeah)
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
Five, four, three, two, that's time, I got
To you, that money
My dreams come true
My life in diamonds
Who

set
And to get my son right so
He don't live my young life
'Cause I remember some nights I used
To hold that gun tight
Middle of the jungle tryin'

mommas write or call up her phone
Go tell da morgue put some real words on my stone 
Go grab my sons make sure thy be strong

Verse 2:
Ain't really worried

Say lil fam, oh, he's ahead of the rest
I don't do nothin' that I'm gonna regret
I know somebody's been lookin' for me
I know somebody's been by my

said I’m too bloodthirsty
I leave my pillow at night to get lurky
I fling on my OFB jersey
But tonight all I wanna do is burn it
You see this life all I

better then number seven
Trauma is always better than addiction
Brick by brick
The communists have taken away my house
But I took it all back
I should have

with
Some
Love scars
Said she don't see it for me Got me smokin on green and I'm playin my guitar
I touched down in H town
7 1 3 To the 8 3 2
I told

D-Elite

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by

1by1
No one gets to run
Someone's dad or mom
Sister, brother and son
No
All I feel is 1 2 3
My tears start to bleed
Smell of roses on my feet
I feel sore

In disarray with my approach, I'm tryna change yo way of thinking 
Get you rich up in yo mind, not just the dollars that you seeking 
Prep yo spirit,

face
And by the time he saw his son it was probably too late
I was only like 4 and he screamed "close your eyes...
Get the fuck back in your room don't