set nigga The way Franz Fanon put it, you lucky I ain't "wretched" yet [Big Black - Mos Def] Yo, you fucked up in the game now It's Big Black, Mr. Chairman
the backpackers This T-bone contact to any wack rapper It's biometric how I wet ya My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless BLAP!
throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a scheme [Pharrell] My niggaz get high off the reefer, and quick to heat ya If ya feel ya cold-blooded, I got something to heat ya
u boys can hide h8er try to look at me crocked like burner play craves hav u runnin up north like a runaway slave played chicken ya bluff even if its ya
, tell 'em Break bread nigga Hey, I'm a maniac Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house And tell
betta duck quick..'causez me and my go operation just to dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim kick da game. Spit yo' game, talk yo
***** with Mother*** better duck quick 'Cause me and my dogs love to buck *** *** the luck ***, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game
of ya'll niggas livin' a lie The only reason you switchin up Detroit is cause you keep gettin' robbed I look that nigga in the eyes before I send
in here tonight The record breaking and the record making Yeah, yeah, turn this up From the states to over seas Every city in between I hit the scene Catch fire
a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya
lockin' us Yo, son, I'm packin' steel, where ya hard hat You pull out you bust that Your gat useless, where ya heart at? It fingers the trigger, change ya
when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker I ain't mad at ya at all Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up RahRah?
talk shit and you might be another victim of the hit, Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five glock unloads, From ya head to ya toe, then come lil man I'
with it Get the chopper like a fully' ya bully with a hoodie Soon to get up and take him out or split cane with it Well the answer is right before your eyes
away [Tech N9ne] Wassup? This ya boy Tech Nina It's good to hear ya, but it's been a minute since I seen ya Fox demeanor Gots to dream ya Cause you stay
And I just had to call ya I know somethin' there for you and me Open up the door and you will see I just had to call ya If it's cool, girl I'm comin'
cuts hurt ya eyes Got tha chicks that work them thighs Pull the top back on the prowler like tha car ain't circumcised Burglarize hoes, leave ya eyes