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fallin' where the wall at. All of y'all weak people fall back. G. Rap and Big L, we all that. Goin' back to back where they brawl at. Swing and walk with tall bats. Leavin' big holes with small gats
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. Try to front, perpetrating a stunt. When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt. I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi. The Sage of Rage is what rap did to me. To make me want to create chaos
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The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation. Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L. A. We gotta set our own market, and enforce it. . Verse One Kool G Rap. . Champagne wishes of
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Yo yo what the *, man? Big L takin' over the streets. Flamboyant entertainment What yall bout to witness, Big L. My whole crew wild, the game is called rap. Other MCs, they aint got a chance at
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listen to Jam Master as the Master start to play. And when he go just check the show. 'Cause they scratchin' with the toe. And even his elbow, ha Roots, rap, reggae Stomp your feet, clap your hand. At
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listen to Jam Master as the Master start to play. And when he go just check the show. 'Cause they scratchin' with the toe. And even his elbow, ha Roots, rap, reggae Stomp your feet, clap your hand. At
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Song G. r. i. t. s. - Brantley Gilbert. I had a buddy come down 'round last July. Caught me when he crossed the Mason Dixon line. Said he was headed down south and lookin' for a real good time. I
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and gentlemen. Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling. Spark *, them niggas try to talk *. We hit em like the L at 60th and Market. South Philly clip a hold
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and gentlemen. Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling. Spark *, them niggas try to talk *. We hit em like the L at 60th and Market. South Philly clip a hold
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, the blacker, the blacker I ain't have Marvin Gaye to sing to me. And make me feel like black was the thing to be. Until Big Daddy Kane, I was so glad he came. Made me feel good about bein' black
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808 beats that hit big like Kane. Daddy, caddy, Coup Deville, chill. Jump in my ride and slide down the hill. To see if we catch dem kids talking that was talkin that mess. And tryin to impress
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808 beats that hit big like Kane. Daddy, caddy, Coup Deville, chill. Jump in my ride and slide down the hill. To see if we catch dem kids talking that was talkin that mess. And tryin to impress
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straight on it, and sound great on it. Parties erupt, and stages corrupt. I pour like a quart in a cup, worrrrrrrd up. I g-e-t the j-o-b done. Makin the young boys say, "daddy I don't want none". You
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Have some fun, have some fun. Have some fun, have some fun Burn it up. Let's burn up the night, baby, let's do it together, yeah. Let's burn up the night, let's have big fun, burn it up The world
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Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact. Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats. Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap. That tackles you back and shackles and
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tweakin. Its one of the 16 minds that I'm speaking. The W-A the double R the E into the uhh. A-B-C-D-E-F to the muthafuckin G. Ooh * as I flex I wrecks I checks. So whats next Oh who's next, to
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. When I peep that. Same old weak rap. Ask her her language. Tell her I don't speak that. Pull out a "G". A car key and a Visa. Walk her to the car. Leave her there "see ya". She didn't want
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Roots Natty roots. Dread Binghi dread. I and I are the roots Some are leaf. Some are branches. I and I are the roots Some are the dry wood. For the fire. Whoa, Look at that They need a dry wood
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, biggie. Baby your ready for big daddy. . I want your body the way you touch me. Rather be in your Caddie. You could be my big daddy. Take it slowly heaven hold me. Rather be in your Caddie. You
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fightin with yourself. Relate to rap niggas cause they writin what you felt. You got top shelf connects you gettin seasoned like a veteran. We suck the venom out the snake bite, without the medicine. We
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Yeah, yeah Incomprehensible come on. Yeah, yeah do you want to rest in peace?. Yeah, what are the best chances? Big L, throw that L up in the air. We gon' have you do this *. All motherfuckin
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back, relax and dig the groove Yo bust it, I digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop. Not R&B because to me that's not my style and. The R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul. The ones that's
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Sarah Kane, had not one good friend. Sarah Kane, wanted her life to end. Every morning looks like the same old story. She voted Tory (for death or glory). . Don't you think you drink too much
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, H E A V Y D, O V E R W E I G H T. Lover in the house, on the smooth tip And I'ma rip this, then I'ma hop hip. Better yet hip-hop, 'cause you're a drip-drop. Small as a pebble, while Heavy D's a
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mighty dread!. Play I on the R&B; want all my people to see. We bubblin' on the Top 100, just like a mighty dread! Roots, rock, reggae *** a reggae music! Uh-uh!. Roots, rock, reggae, ee-mi duba! *** a
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, it's no sense or value A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that. "Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!" and. Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap. Way back when before guns
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BASS CHECK 1-2. KEYS CHECK 1-2. DRUMS CHECK 1-2. Its The Roots,. Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all
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BASS CHECK 1-2. KEYS CHECK 1-2. DRUMS CHECK 1-2. Its The Roots,. Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all
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BASS CHECK 1-2. KEYS CHECK 1-2. DRUMS CHECK 1-2. Its The Roots,. Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all
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yield. A knight in shining armor and the mic is my shield. In rap, I'm vital, the other rappers' idol. The best MC and Moe Dee's my title. But you can call me Kool The best, the best. The best Now
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words, Heavy D prefers. . So swing, swing to the Soul bequiem rhythm. Before I say goodbye, let me tell ya how I hit 'em. Cl, Pete Rock, G Rap, Maxwell. Big Daddy, Q-Tip and ah me as well. . Time
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cars, and I. Pack a big dick down in the drawers. I'm the neighborhood pickle slinger, pain bringer. Super sick big dick, nasty ass rap singer. Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, get it. Make
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when y'all leave. You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze. Ice cold, with his mellow cool breeze. MCs, never showed loyalty yet. Kool Herc ain't never get a royalty check. I do work, no
