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    [Notorious B.I.G]
    I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
    Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes
    Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
    That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people
    Fuck the game, gimme the chain and the Range
    My niggaz up to par, drop-top Jaguars
    Lock on you when you step in the car
    Lock-whole you when you step in the car
    That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius
    Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9
    Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline
    I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole
    Makin Robin scream, "holy moley"
    Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader
    Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer

    I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor
    So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master
    When your ass was born it was all on the own and
    When it's time to die you'll be all alone so
    Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and
    start takin care of your own, nigga
    Everybody's schemin with the nature of a sinner
    So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner
    I gots to fight back against the powers that be
    Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
    Standin at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
    Some take the right and, some take the left
    But lo and behold, what do I see?
    In the distance, some resistance


    It's that Funkadelic, funk Doctor Spock impale it
    Fuck the vest niggaz better start puttin on helmets
    I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
    Funk comin in stacks, bullets comin from gats
    So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck
    I'm jammin like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers
    that cause the ruckus, then I fix a few snitches
    BLA-DOW! Plus my style cock like new bitches
    I roll with forward high punches, spit a flame like Liu Kang
    Burnin yo' membranes, when the wind change
    Mad explicit was lifted, my scriptures
    leavin your mic boney like that +Tale of the Crypt+ bitch
    Uhh! All y'all niggaz suck my balls one time
    While I unwind I'm bustin yo' ass counter-clockwise
    I get dumb, and dumber while your vision blur
    For all the loooos-errssss

    [Ill Al Skratch]
    Aiyyo mayday, mayday
    Raise the white flag, let the pants sag
    Fuck the drag, I'ma puff a whole bag
    It's low down and I'm low-key
    Now O.G. niggaz know me (true)
    So take it easy, let's dance

    It ain't surprisin, these motherfuckers still hatin
    They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with
    Different stages, way back in eighty-eight
    Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake
    My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground
    And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound
    Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall
    when my niggaz made the fuckin "Final Call"?

    It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine
    It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea
    Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that

    [Busta Rhymes]
    Hey YOU - don't you dare give me no type of argument
    All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
    Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
    Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
    You better believe everytime we come, we come hard
    The undisputed truth is that the black man is God
    Now everytime I turn around my people start subtractin
    They cause this shit then they wonder why we start overreactin
    Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it
    Right before you lose it, I'ma hit you with my music
    I'm fightin up sheisters (?) with my cyanide
    Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, HA!
    Those who commit the ultimate crimes
    Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimes
    Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer, the survivalist
    Represent the next black man

    I stepped in the jam with the God on my side
    And the God S.T. is still waitin in the ride
    So I, step to the DJ and tell the DJ
    Yo throw the wax on - how many MC's must get dead?

    [Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]
    Puttin your shit to the pave', heatin and meetin the gauge
    Live in the land of real crazed days
    Gotta blaze amazin up in it but it takes Bone
    My deadly thugged up brothers rugged never did take no losses
    Put 'em all in a coffin, get chilly, (?) better call him

    Flippin a psycho-path
    When I'm not buckin I'm blastin, takin my chances
    Niggaz is fearin my sawed off, put me to rest, the last to blast
    You thinkin they gainin too bad they bangin they shit
    and they too busy to make friends
    Cause when we get done with them thugs then no remains
    These bones these bones are thuggin whassup an
    These niggaz are heated defeated every single it is
    We bustin them mack 10's, these shit never ends sawed off and
    We building a single army
    and liquor an singers we killin we thrillin an pillin

    scibby dip hib da
    break bread an killin the trife
    hittin the fast bitch
    but you can tell me we thank the lord
    we livin to armageddon
    an gettin some medals
    and no bitches jus snitches we thank the lord...

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