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War Party

Mac

World War 3

1999

Verse 3 (d.i.g.) :

Money and guns is what I'm known for keeping in my presence
These niggas better feel, what the fuck I'm tellin them
I'm a young ghetto

Change My Name To Boo And Fuck Around And Call You
Now What You Wanna Do?
Because... Whatever That Maybe Baby I Want Do That Too
And Oh I Will G.P.S. You

8 Steps to Perfection

Company Flow

NY Reality Check 101

1997

crew and my nigga El-P 

Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee 

Verse Two: El-P 

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty

no paper, show Eminems first
I'm Charging a K just right for my verse
My Bitch got a K but the Glock in her purse
Won't sell myself short, I know what

Im in the studio
Working on that next project for you, you know what I'm sayin
Until then Here's A Lil Sumthin
Yeah
217 Shit, look

Its been a while

fuck you, Mr Substance
You've been waiting for this comeuppance
Saulz, I can't believe you dissed me on such shit production
Took 4 of you to put that

with paramedics 
Give a fuck if you got status 
Still wearing my low 
She a gold digga i aint payin yo bills ho

Whoa what you think i got the name for

Too was for man to hit the booth like fuck it countless times I suffered I switched the Tempo and upped it engaged to the Mrs and money same time I love

Ya Baby Daddy

Mr. Short Khop

Da Khop Shop

shit
  why don't you kick some of this 99 shit for them baby mamas"

[verse 1]
Ya baby daddy, worst nigga that you ever met
First nigga that you ever

don't fly with that foreplay, all them eyes
Lil' mama don't forget I'm Mr. Ring around the Rosé
Nigga fuck with me I bring your ting around the Rosé

Mula [Remix]

Meek Mill

Hall of Fame [Deluxe Edition]

2013

Perion
Bitch fuck with me, I bet I make it work
I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
Fuck with me get a room for daisies on the dirt
I prefer Brown liquor, Brown

Verse 1:

I wake up everyday with success on my mind  
Mothafuckas hatin on me every time I ride by 
Mothafuckas hatin on me cause they know I’m that

that ass looking just like the
Spook that sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is
"I don't give a fuck"
I'm a Panther,

I never had a baby momma boy i’m different
She meant to much for me not to make her my Mrs.
It’s hard for anyone to get me out my body
But you

made the lil' shawty stare
That's why they hatin' on me
Businessmen just pay the fee
Swear to God I ain't reppin' for free (swear to God, I ain't rappin

America'z Most Complete Artist

DJ Quik

Way 2 Fonky

1992

[DJ Quik]
And just when you motherfuckers thought it was over
I'm back up in this motherfucker..
"You better get ready"
"for-for-for for

money flyin' round
Bought to break that bank, yeeeahh
Stuntin' like that could get you killed, watcha thankin', huh, I'm a cgent for S.H.I.E.L.D. naw
It

the mix but ion fuck with niggas
Clutching on my pole reach for me gold then it a light show
Lil bra had went and scored but this shit still ain’t goin

no money to be rapping bout (maybe just a lil)
I ain't got no clout, got no name, fuck the fame imma get that later
Fuck a hater sometimes they my

wanna say,
I ain't down with that, 
You stupid ass shiesty b*tch, get the f*ck out with that.
Chorus ×1
Verse 2:
Think you need a sesedative,
to try

silly rabbits real tricky end up being Micky
Oh d**n what the f**k I done killed Kenny
Trying to get the cheese watching out for the piggies
These Arthur

the cannon of bazookas
100 ways to fuck you, over, no Karma Sutra
West coast till my death bed, cutting up
Somebody fucking with Mr edward Scissorhands
I

don’t want to call a truce
We got beef till they die got to play by the rules
Free hitman he don’t play with them tools
Make lil baby arch before I hit my

to root for to win if they did
But I bet a stack
Whoever win gon look exactly like the bitch that I picked

If there was two of you against Ben
You could