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[Phife] Linden Boulevard represent, represent Tribe Called Quest represent, represent When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant My favourite jam back in the day was Eric B. for President Rude boy composer Step to me you're over Brothers wanna flex Youre not Mad Cobra MC short and bla

I'm bout to wreck ya body and say turn the party out" --> BizMarkie (repeat 4X) Phife: Them can't touch me no, them can't touch me Them can't hold me no, them can't hold me (2X) (Q-Tip: Damn, Phife you got fat!) Yeah, I know it looks pathetic Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doing cali

[Ja Rule] Daddy's little baby Must learn this world is shady The color of your skin don't make you less of a lady Degrade yourself never Cause I'm teaching you better Life aint all about cheddar, diamonds, and leather Understand you a black sister, in this white mans world Don't let it get

Yeah As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib Fell down, and I bumped my head Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped m yhead I said Yeah So then they said oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em I said yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest Knowing as a shorty, I wa

[Featuring Jamal] Come on, yeah Villain, come on Aiight, I got this side right here Take the side right there Gonna do this, Busta bust Come on, aiight Come on Verse 1: Pause, to the wall With the dirty dog, will rap ya'll If you aint with the bike, crotch Till I break your jaw Been try

It's Cha Cha, Noontime Shekspere, Nine-nine What cha wanna, what cha wanna What cha wanna do What cha wanna yeah What cha wanna, what cha wanna What cha wanna do It's Cha Cha the Tuskadero the one they call most I'm high post So what I'm gonna sweat a broad for Don't y'all know? We ai

Gappie - Appa[Songtekst]
Laat me beginnen om jou wat uit te leggen, Over iemand die ik ken die altijd voor zijn buit moest vechten, Altijd mensen uit te testen omdat hij niet sterk in zijn schoenen stond, Strak op de hussel omdat hij op werk geen voldoening vond, En haatdragend omdat hij zwak was van binnen, Van buiten leek

[Tupac talking ] Looking for these better dayz Better dayz Heeyyy Better dayz Got me thinking bout better dayz Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyy Better dayz Got me thinking bout better dayz [Verse 1] Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live Smoking weed like it ain't no thang,

INSIDE THE MINDS OF REAL G'S DEATH ROW IS LOOKED UPON AS THE STUDIO GANSTERS OF THE 90'S A JOKE HAHAHAHA IN A GAMECALLED 5 MINUTES OF FAME YOU WASTED 4 MIMUTES NOW YOU GOT SECONDS LEFT KICK IT COME ONE COME ALL AND LET ME RIDE NIGGA EAZY-E CPT HOW THE HELL YOU FIGURE TO BE THE BEST ON THE WE

Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover Uh, uh, well Sugar Here's another one And another day Move to this, let me see you jump and twist Pump your fist 'cause you know it's hard to resist As long you know you're rollin' with the love specialist Feel the pow, let me put the groove in your hips

Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night A tragic yet magickal fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining souls torn from Giod's given Reich Defiled, reviled

Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night A tragic yet magickal fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining souls torn from Giod's given Reich Defiled, reviled

niet eens een rapper maar omin chimeids die roepen me ben een manager bel me voor die boekingen elke stap is een zakelijk zet van de single, tot de clip tot promo op het net, net dit is een netwerk, een beweging meer dan een beweging,ik zet JOU in een bewegging bel me voor die zaken kom niet met die

Ik word wakker in de cel, same old shit ala day day day Dus ik schrijf een brief naar me madre eentje naar me vrouw en de gene die me t laatse schreef Zeg's ok, kijk je libi is een bitch zorgt dat je je libi lee ee eeft. Want we zitten in de cel voor een beetje karton is egt niet zo oke Er is niks

Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm You need that? I got it,?this?cash, my pockets The?'Cat one hundred, you need that??I got it Need it, got it, cash, pockets Bands on me,?sticks?on?me You need that??I got it,?this cash, my pockets The 'Cat one hundred, you need that? Yeah, she like h

Mood swings Oh, you ain't know I could sing Oh, oh, oh Hahaha (Yeah) Shorty a lil' baddie (She a lil' baddie) Shorty my lil' boo thing (Boo thing) And shorty got the fatty Shorty be catching mood swings Every time I fuck without a rubber I nutted on the covers And I kept it undercover Cause I don't

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Miami, uh, uh South Beach, bringin the heat, uh Haha, can y'all feel that Can y'all feel that Jig it out, uh Here I am in the place where I come let go Miami the bass and the sunset low Everyday like a mardi gras, everybody party all day No work all play, okay So

[T-Pain:] This is nappy boy radio, live, back with ya boy T-Pain You already know what it is man I got something special for the ladies out here All those Go-Girls out there, I got some brand new, CiCi Featuring...me (Haha) You already know this man, hit us up on the hotline I'm a play this 1

Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings We're raisin' hell like a class when the lunchbell rings The king will be praying the hell will be raisin' S s s something tryin' to favour but it won't be failed But what's your name DMC the king is me You're ha! miss on his majesty Now kickin' the ba

Fly als een vogel fly fly als een vogel Zo fly als een vogel fly fly als een vogel Zo Fly als een vogel geil geil als je meid Die al maanden niet gekomen is want daar wacht ze op mij Fly als een vogel fly fly als een vogel Zo fly als een vogel fly fly als een vogel Zo fly als een vogel geil geil als

That's all very well But what are we going to do about him? Later on, when it's dark We'll take him to some secret place And bury him O yeah, of course, we could do that Does suprise he’s not got any relatives Going to come poking around looking for him Seems a downright shame Shame? Seems an awf

Roll, roll it girl, roll it girl Roll, control it girl, roll it girl De way me wine and me rock and me dip so Look 'ow me dance to reggae and calypso Nuff style me ah 'ave Ah so me go so back to de left And de right mek a flip so Waistline me 'ave plenty (Buckle up!) And prepare fi de wine ah de ce

[Dre] 1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah! In-slum-national, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans You can't stop a train Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name Weather

Verse One: Andre Yeah Oh yes I love her like Egyptian, want a description, my royal highness So many plusses when I bust that there can’t be no minus Went from yellin crickets and crows, bitches and hoes to queen thangs Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs like Kil

That's all very well But what are we going to do about him? Later on, when it's dark We'll take him to some secret place And bury him O yeah, of course, we could do that Does suprise he’s not got any relatives Going to come poking around looking for him Seems a downright shame Shame? Seems an awf

I was lost till you were found But I never know how far down I was falling Before I reached the bottom I was cold and you were fire And I never knew how the pyre Could be burning On the edge of the ice field And now the chilly California wind Is blowing down our bodies again And we're sinking deepe

(Fifty talkin' to himself) Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right? you are crazy.. I ain't crazy... you are crazy.... atleast I don't think I'm crazy I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot you hot but you crazy.. why they wa

How you gonna take this? like a Man or a bitch? you gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch? I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich man, I stack chips and I unload clips after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard some niggas started fightin', some niggas found God you know

LOOK IN MY EYES ___________________________ [Obie Trice] Every man determined his definition of realness What's real to him Everybody's got their own definition of gangsta man Okay, this is my definition of gangsta Surprise motherfuckers You thought I never would arise motherfuckers It'

[Chorus 50 Cent] I got the magic stick I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice I hit the baddest chicks Shorty don't believe me, then call me tonight And I'll show you magic -- WHAT! WHAT! Magic, uh-huh, uh-huh, I've got the magic stick [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] I'm a freak to the core Get a

G: Regulators we regulate any stealing of his property and we damn good too But you can`t be any geek off the street , gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean , earn your keep ! REGULATORS !!! MOUNT UP! G: It was a clear black night , a clear white moon Warren G was on the st

I used to tell her keep her hands up off my hat, But now she think she got it like that, I used to tell her keep her hands up off my hat, Mmm I think she think she got it like that, Baby you could wear my hat, Just make sure you give it back, Baby you could wear my hat, If you got somethin' to matc

[Nicki Minaj] Look sucker, this my gun butter Street fighter bitches, this the up cutter Nunchucka', no time to ducka' Sign of the cross, cause this is her last suppa' Play with me, check who came with me I bought a couple 9?s, plus the k's with me I breeze through Queens to check some bad bitches I

Pour me a cup of tea like that old song That I had, like that old girl I was wrong And it's sad, if I spit I would cuss you It's that bad, cuz I really did trust you If the thought ever surfaced to leave you I would die cuz the purpose would be you You changed for the world look how you are You fron

So yeah, basically A lot of people ask me how life was then So here it is My old home smelled of good birth Boiled red beans, kernel iol and hand me down poetry It's brick white-washed walls widowed by first paint The tin roof top humming songs of promise while time is Locked into demonic rythem wi