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3 A.M.

Timbaland

The Inspiration: Thug Motivation 102

2006

ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by

U Should've Known Better

Monica

After the Storm

2003

Oh oh ooh-oh
Oh oh ooh-oh

Oh, I didn't ask to go with you to Mexico
I really didn't need the shopping spree in L.A. and Melrose
Boy, if you

death row
Nigga them ain't vvs you put oil on it
Zoe bout doe put a hunnit on it
I ain't talking money boy put a donut on it
You the the type to punch

Trappin' on the streets all by my lonely
All I had was me and my homie and I hope that he don't try to run up on us
'Cause we turn that boy into a blood

Favor Favor Favor Favor on me

The way you see me walking you know I aint tripping
You could call me a legend cause you know your boy stay lifted
When I

things that I felt
I shoulda told you yea
I shoulda told you yea
Coulda went solo dolo I'm in a white tee by myself
Coulda been something special I feel

Live inna' flesh
Still get high wit' the guys and a Z
All get by cah' we nice to the Feds
And my 9 to 5 got me right in the head
Now I'm writing

Ain't No Limit

Silkk the Shocker

Tight Azz Mixes

1998

share 

Makin rhetoric comin through shit we done did 

Cause I lay laws down like the mayor do 

Boy look I'm buck wild 

Plus I got mo styles

yo bread
You da King of Bethel nobody said
After this yo career hangs by a thread
You ain’t a rapper, boy you is Fred
Act just like him, just your hair

Boy I like the cloths you wear
But I'm looking at the pool and I just think
What if we were under there in our underwear
Boy I like the cloths you

by judge and jury

The way you're talking about me-it's so fucking petty
I'm gonna try to keep it steady
But you're so fucking petty
Call all your boys

through in a Rolls Royce
Drive by with the seat up
We keep it real ain't none of the fake shit
Tell the boys hold the heat up

When I'm in the club, I

I sit here singing my old thoughts
Into a silence we've all lost to busy lives
And all the noises in between
I see pictures framed by faces
Holding

by yourself
I can be by your lonely, watch me do it all by myself

Boy, you got to know that I got you on my mind
Boy, you got to know that I want you

stick aye we hitting a lick
Bitch I'm blinded by rage I decapitate
"Nah, I know that shit was hard"
"But like what if... shut the fuck up seven"
"You're

30 Round get you chewed
Sticked up in the booth
Won't drive if it got roof
Imma slide depending on you
Issa homicide my niggas will shoot
Ghost boy I

Success

Judy Kaye

Ragtime [Original Cast Recording] [Bonus Track]

1996

this so quick? Yes you may
Back when I was  compiled a stunning resume
I didn't value way back then, but boy it helped today
I'm pushin' every single

You're one in a million
When I wake was the first thing on my mind

Your love's like my drug
I can't live without it
That's just what you do to me boy
For

Come up and meet it
And by meet it, I mean beat it, skeet it
Leave you on the track 'til I'm heated
Never greet again
Swear I got hoes made in Cleveland

Posters on my wall of Project Pat
Others from Memphis too it was all a dream
White boys where I'm from mostly cynical
Hold onto my focus with a broken dream

Fools say, I get the money the cool way
He get the money the stool way, they get the money the drool way
Boy you ain't popping 
Fresh to death 
Come

gonna let that shit slide
Gotta get that bitch right
Want him dead by midnight
I followed him from the crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come

Invisible
You looking transparent 
You looking transparent  
Invisible 
I see right through you
I see right through you 
Water boy, water boy
Call me

and my pain
Spend some racks on rich brands
I came straight from France 

My life so dope
You know this boy is rich 
My dad have no more hope
Just feel