| Lyrics | Song | Artist |
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| Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo and possibly bend you over | |
| Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still with you, **** the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just being real with you | |
| Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness | |
| I'm from the murder capital where we murder for capital | |
| Bout to go Thriller Mike Jackson on these niggas, all I needs a ****in red jacket with some zippers | |
| Some pop, some lock, some move robotic. Like Cash Money, I stay in pocket | |
| Shes got a light skin friend look like Michael Jackson got a dark skin friend look like Michael Jackson | |
| You kick it like me no exaggeration necessary, living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary | |
| Now so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along. and next on the mike is my man Hank, come on Hank sing that song | |
| I used to have hood dreams, big fame big chains, I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came | |
| Far from little, make your mammary glands jiggle, got em under control with a bowl of tender biddles | |
| I'ma good god fearing man with a criminal mindstate, ain't nobody gave a**** and thats why we grind weight | |
| Don't touch what you can't grab, end up with two back hands, put anthrax on your Tampax and slap you till you can't stand | |
| Want to believe my own hype but it's too untrue The world brought me to my knees What have you brung you? | |
| You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds cause I stay grindin'. Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe and switchin lanes. | |
| I know it's been a while since I've been out the house, but now I'm here you wanna stand around running your mouth? | |
| Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me, therefore he doesnt exist, so poof ......vamoose son of a bitch | |
| Me and your daughter.. got a special thang goin on, you say it's puppy love, we say it's full grown | |
| Sip Banker's Club, and drink Miller Lite. on Thirsty Thursday and Teusday Night Ice | |
| We still here, you rockin with the best, don't worry if I write rhymes, I write cheques | |
| | Lyrics | Song | Artist |
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| Swallow your pride, don't let your lip react, You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at | |
| A bass heavy medley, with a sample from the 70's, with a screwed up hook that went 'Stack that cheese' | |
| I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage | |
| Who you know fresher than Hov? Riddle me that, the rest of you know where I'm lyrically at | |
| You drop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher | |
| Tell me what you know about dreams, dreams, tell me what you know about night terrors, nothin | |
| L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell Battle anybody I don't care who you tell | |
| I sit back with this pack of zigzags and this bag of this weed it gives me the**** needed to be the most meanest MC | |
| Excuse me, thats just the Henny man, I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop, I cant because | |
| As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin left | |
| Ladies and gentlemen as we ride out, could we have all the real pimps, please put both of your pinky fingers high in the air, | |
| Lounging in black, smoking sacks up in acts and sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks | |
| I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff | |
| I know what they don’t wanna tell you Just hope you’re heaven-sent, and you’re hell-proof | |
| Respect is in the heart, so thats were I'ma start, and alot of heart patients don't make it | |
| With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-Double-G, but I, somehow, some way, keep comin up with funky ass**** like every single day | |
| See it in a video, you can have it really though, iced out everything frigid like an eskimo | |
| I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes, Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers | |
| These girls are really sleazy, all they just say is please me Or spend some time and rock a rhyme, I said 'It's not that easy' | |
| You know its hell when I come through The life and times of Shawn Carter, Volume 2 | |
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