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High Heel Shoes - Lavin Christine

"How can she say she's lost without him? He's not a compass; he never was. How can she say life has no meaning? Life meant something before he came along; it still does. How can she say he stole her heart? You"

Banks Of The Deep End - Gov't Mule

"on the banks of the deep end where your soul is your best friend searching for a reason to go astray wild dreams turn to nightmares silver clouds turn to golden stairs and everything that you used to know is"

Extortion - Mobb Deep

"Intro: Yeah... Time to let these niggaz know Son Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G Yo... Verse"

Don't Be A Follower - Mobb Deep

"(Prodigy) It go hip-hop on our block always lead to some fights and gun shots niggas need to stop that bullshit hop unless its really necessary to get hopped you got asshole pulling out busting on pounds just"

Throw Your Hands (In The Air) - Mobb Deep

"Kanye.. And we have.. M-O-B-B, Yo, Yeah C'mon drop that, Yeah, Uh-huh Just throw your hands in the air Yeah.. Yo (Havoc) I'm there for you, here with you, it's clear its crystal I air before you only"

Dump - Mobb Deep

"(feat. Nate Dogg) Yeah.. c'mon man (Nate) Dump dump dump You know this shit is ours man This is our field man (Nate) Dump dump dump Y'all niggaz need to just leave this shit to us (Nate) Dump dump dump Corny-ass"

Clap Those Thangs - Mobb Deep

"(featuring 50 Cent) (Havoc talking) Yeah we stop f**kin with theses niggaz It's real... it's real... yo (Verse 1: Havoc) This money done got a nigga like me in trouble I made it niggaz hated leave me"

Street Life - Mobb Deep

"NYC, word up Verse 1: Prodigy, A.C.D. M-O-B-B D-E-E-P, A.C.D. burn sometin Let's get lifted, Queens is you wit me Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid tried to hit me I back him down wit the 50-50 It"

Give It Up Fast - Mobb Deep

"Verse 1: Nas Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck So what's the deal poppy? You heard the feds almost got me I had the Cuban posse all"

Burn - Mobb Deep

"(Havoc:) It be a buck-fifty Your chance of runnin' Is infinte Slugs that leave niggas drugged Like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low It'd take a Navy SEAL To get me When I surface If not chips"

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