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Lyrical - Best For My Age 2 [Music Video]
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Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
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C. Wolfe
C. Wolfe
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Chris Clairmont
Chris Clairmont
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Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
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Daz Dillinger
Daz Dillinger
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Eric "The Drunk" Border
Eric "The Drunk" Border
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King Tee
King Tee
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Kurupt
Kurupt
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RBX
RBX
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The Lady of Rage
The Lady of Rage
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
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Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
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Donny Hathaway
Donny Hathaway
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Eric Dwayne Collins
Eric Dwayne Collins
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Ricardo Brown
Ricardo Brown
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Robin Allen
Robin Allen
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Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
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Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
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Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
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Greg Royal
Greg Royal
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Willie Will
Willie Will
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This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area Now I'ma kick up dust, as I begin to bust On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust When I pick up, I lick up, ya face get smacked up When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up Or get slapped with the swiftness If you think you're swift then forget Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stocking I'm knockin' 'em out the boxin' Knockin' 'em out their sockin' 'Cause Robin is rockin' Breakin' 'em down to the slab Takin' 'em down on their ass Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh? See you watch and creak without a motherfuckin' paddle Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane We're on you like a border, you're nothin' more than a crane Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level You think you got pull then pull it, uhh! I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet Then bite the dust and wipe the fuck Do what I must and what I must is bust The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-due's So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin' thru Some cool shit, some cool shit I fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like a polar cap Lynchin' as I hits, misses the rollin's back Pushin' packs to make a profit Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid I'm livin' large like a fat bitch So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the faggots This young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless Murderin' mega some niggas so who's first to diss? They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than this Chewin' motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss Put to sleep, rippin' the lyrics I'm leavin' in the mind of each Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas You quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga So watch me blast, nigga, 'cause I'm the last nigga You wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged I'm a good tracker, scopin' your girl then watch me tag her Pullin' steel like a stunt Shown like an ID card, nigga, no needs ta front, so Here to torment up a track on crack And I'm strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten Mac Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off cheap Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th A to the motherfuckin' K (I'm erm, I-I'm like the new shit, you know?) Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap But now in ninety-due', niggas they pull they strap 'Cause, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot Execute, boom, stompin' black soldier Here to teach and mould ya The enervator, dominator, narrator RB to the motherfuckin' X Flex wicked styl-e, bompin' be found into greed by a Maniac with a gat See nowadays niggas is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go Bop, bop, bop, now I'm on Death Row Fuck it, niggas goin' wild, every night they shoot, it's like Beirut Maybe you should get a Teflon vest for your chest Anytime ya step into my hood But that'll do you know good One slug to ya face, no hate, you gettin' smoked like wood Nasty nigga but he pumps, face back on the concrete Here comes the white sheet Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow tape But the murderers escape Audi lane five G's Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang
Writer(s): Donny Edward Hathaway, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Eric Collins, Ricardo Brown, Andre Romell Young, Robin Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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