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Man Woman (yin & Yang)
Man, women, boy, women, girl, girl, man, boy. Women, man, women, girl, boy, boy, man, man. Women, girl, boy, boy, man, women, girl, man. Girl, boy, girl, girl, boy, man, women, boy.
My Mentality
Ice running through my veins, I'm the coldest, just give me half the time. I be running with it like I stole it. You would notice if you paid attention properly and play the lottery.
Mother
Allow me to congratulate you on your day. I hope you find some eloquence in what I say. . 'Cause I am your child. And I live for your smile. And I'm thankful in so many ways.
Maybachs And Diamonds
And so I give her. What she wants, what she needs. Why? 'Cause her love is worth more than. Maybachs and diamonds, yeah. . so I give her. What she wants, what she needs.
More Or Less
(Walk with me). (Come on). . Yeah,. It's like new york's being soft. Ever since my nigga shyne's been sitting in prison, yeah. . (Check it). Shit things, shit rings, this shit is sickning.
Martyr
[Talking]. shit, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating,. yo, living in fuckin' hell, nigga die, might be better.. . [Verse 1]. walk through the shadow of death, my dick out pissing.
Murda Mami
Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy. Brooklyn (uh-huh). . Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch. Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit. Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch.
My Life
(Nigga, uh). Yeah, huh (nigga uh). Why don't ya'll take a look into my life?. See what I see. (Nigga uh, nigga, nigga, nigga uh). . At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops.
Magnetic
[Pharell]. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. . [Repeat 10X]. Yeah (c'mon!). . [Verse One: Foxy]. Not too many chicks can rap to this. Spit sick the flow be so accurate.
Memory Lane
Verse 1 [Foxy]:. Hip-hop...Brooklyn...Damn the rap game and change/ Everytime I turn around niggas spit niggas names/ 96 was when the love was real/ When Big came and took the whole Brooklyn to fame/ Straight off of St. James, lookin' all dapper don you threw a party and bullshit it was on/ B.I.G's spot would never be claimed/ 'Cause Ms. Wallace, Cease, and Roc be carryin' ya name/ And later on 96 when Hovi came and ain't no nigga was a key to his fame/ Introducin' a little Brooklyn girl by the name of Fox Brown/ About to shut this whole rap shit down/ And to the world we was Bonnie & Clyde and everything my nigga Jay said I'm ready to ride/ Then I became the sky rocket of fame and 2 million sales later bet I rode the same.
Midnite Spin (featsick Jacken)
I once heard a man say 'Now hey what be your fate?'. Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints. Simple and plain refrain or sustain in vain battle wound.
My Kinda Nigga Part Ii
Holler the fuck out. Henny up. yo, fox, you know how it goes, with. Hydro, uh, uh, uh. . Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way, what the fuck?.
My Nigga Hillfigga
Holler the fuck out. Henny up. yo, fox, you know how it goes, with. Hydro, uh, uh, uh. . Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way, what the fuck?.
Make Way
I'm just tryna make sure. That you hear me out there. . Now when you see the queen coming. And the horn start blowing. (hey Trina). Everybody start running.
Must Be Nice
Must be nice. Having someone who understands the life you live. Must be nice. Having someone whose slow to take and quick to give. Must be nice. Having someone who sticks around when the rough times get thick.
My Life
See I done been discriminated against. Talked about by my friends. Played a fool by women. And had a daddy with no feelings. I lived in ghettos with my momma.
Mama
Young man, thirteen, running the streets. Living his dreams of being Nino Brown,. And a grandmother, who pleaded the 5th. A baby brother, who needed him.
Midnight Train
[Verse 1]. Take the kids, your heart, 20 dollars from you pocketbook. Take a plane a car and don worry bout how you look. Cause I don't care, I see more than the physical.
More Than A Girl
Ohh. Lord thank you, thank you baby. Ohh. That's what I'm talking bout. . Lovely as the summer time. Always been a friend of mine. Slicker than banana peels,cooler than three pair of high heels.
Make Up My Mind
Lord they really think they fooling you by coming to church on Sunday. Praying and laying hands on folks stomping and jumping around faking the holy ghost.
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