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I'll wet who YOU want wetted...any nigga can get it. (A favor for a favor).

Just holla...

holla wit dose illmatic styles. a favor fer a favor.

"Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars
Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar

Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple, / You
will notice from your new knowledge experience, / That the distance from
the crust to the mantle to the core, / Is much greater than previous
measurements, / And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a
myriad of new findings, / Different from the supposed truths, / The ample
evidence we presented, / It complemented our argument that "everything is impermanent". / Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element has suggested is legitimate, / And finally, as a reminder, / The precious metals and ores mined for early in the earth's surface sediment, /Cannot compare to the infinite introspective splendor, / Represented by the treasures indicative of our entrance into the earth's center, / Incentive isn't it?

(Kurupt)
Shut the fuck up bitch,
Eat a dick bitch,
Eat a bowl of shit bitch,
Munch on a mouthful of balls, in halls and malls
Just shut the fuck up bitch and work your jaws.
Take a pill bitch, chill bitch.
Jerk your jaws,
Eat the pussy in then work the walls.
I seen that nigga last week it's like this,
What a hoe ass nigga, he still in love wit the bitch.

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Fuck Areeeeehatha Franklin baby, that's all I can say, oh I say, I say.

Straight Outta Locash
A crazy mothafucka named Gusto
I fucked ya wife, cause the bitch is a big hoe
I fucked ya sister, I fucked ya cat
I would have fucked ya mom but the bitch is too fat!
When I'm in ya neighborhood, ya betta dig a moat
cause I'm comin to slit... ya motherfuckin throat!
Blood is drippin, I'm not slippin
Bitches panties, is what I'm rippin
Rollin faster than a motherfuckin dirt bike
Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like
Like to eat it, like to suck it
Take a shit... in a bucket; Straight Outta Locash!!!

Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz
Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash
Double up the dough, double my money
They can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny
You can't survive, off no conversation wit words
Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds
Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast
My first words are my last
I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits
First enfulltry of riders on a global pursuit
Parachute and jump, held high on a stump
Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...

The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nuttin like the game
It's just me against the world

Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted
was a warm bed...

There's nothing scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts,
Chilling accounts with my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The catharses of carcasses whenever threats are close,
Shows a heartlessness that doesn't register on stethoscopes.


Sell your hopes for a homeland security chart,
'Til your sense of self is broke and no man's pure in the heart.
Preventive detention for the folks who never left home.
Tensions have grown into a 24/7 red zone.


Scare tactics...have got you under control,
The fear factors of a color code. The uppers know
They can't hold you down without having anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on ankles don't match.


So drag your torso back to the off road.
We may have lost the fashion battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for your next free meal,
Cuz when we start the revolution all you'll probably do is steal.

(we already do steal)