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"Heya hey sexy mama, heya hey move your body, siente la musica, shake it like lambada, /2x Listen up Let's get ready Feel like home! I saw the way your movin', So just please don't get me wrong, I don't"

"Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh You think you was bad cause you had a Jag It's over, it's over now, Move over, it's my turn now, It's over, the game's shut down, Sorry. It's over, it's over now, Move"

"your love makes me melt away it makes me melt away your touch makes me melt away on a summer day your love makes me melt away right away you make my body melt for you dame, dame, dame, dame, dame, dame dame,"

"Yo, this is a lesson in friendship The depths of a kinship Will women and men begin with, and then slip My pen drips as I scribble my thoughts On thin strips of emotion A fraction, seduction, attraction Eruption"

"<(Verse 1 - Obie Trice) Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game, with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his child-ren I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main road They don't understand what I came for How I came fo', with a million sold Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold Gettin money like Ross Perot I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go Oh that's the road you on, oh no I'm down for the rifle, tone the fo fo Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that your loco put holes in my photo NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause our thug roll solo And po' zone grown folk, be a cold negro Be-low, your grieved up people Be-lieve that the boy see no evil (Chorus - Busta Rhymes) OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho (Verse 2 - Obie Trice) I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant 'Til these niggaz nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin I'm in the position to hire other clients then Meanwhile I'm a virus like Iverson A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin And the soldier's retirin, I ain't buyin Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins No coke (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Obie Trice) A derelict who inherited hustle My heritage married the street struggle Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah) So this blood streams through my nuts Seems like I wasn't in touch When the teacher's ass spoke Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath Sit on the bleachers and flip coke The only reach you got through my dome Niggaz yaffle so the gat'll be chrome Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo) Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clappin the zone Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga) This is your warnin, run up on the wrong And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm (Blaap) O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em C'mon (Chorus)"

"(Chali 2na) Yo, this is a lesson in friendship The depths of a kinship What women and men begin with, and then slip My pen drips As I scribble my thoughts on thin strips Of emotion A fraction, seduction,"

"Yeah, yea, yea, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh, yo Ladies love what I been through, blood on my Tim boots Snub noses, club closes, down where my men shoot But she can't stand, I'm sharing everything wit the fam' That"

"(Intro: Nas) Yeah, yea, yea, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh, yo (Nas) Ladies love what I been through, blood on my Tim boots Snub noses, club closes, down where my men shoot But she can't stand, I'm sharing everything"

"HOOK: Why is it more that things change the more they stay the same? Why do old people drive slow in the fast lane? Why is it when I grab the mic you stare at me strange? Why's every time I eat I get"

"You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong You lyin', watch yo' tone I'm too fine to be so alone Not my kind, he is a clone I'ma get money, no matter"