Ah Never sleep coz sleep is d cousin ov death

Nasty Nas

Please, their a song by linkin park off their 2017 latest album I want. It's a hit track. Can't remember the name right now.

wow wow wow!!!
like big bounce brown
shoes on the power line, thoughts for a novice
...lil dudes stay blind, am off on my lean
busy seeking my brain, some future needs reading
i'nt going to rhyme, feeling not necessary
but if you demand, feeling it Compulsory
Composure composure, flesh so demanding
spirit so blind... guessing... need a prophet
prayer taking place, healing taking chances
oh my oh my Irish is blurring...

live it... love it..

it's all right like im driving in d UK..Vector

Do u even know how I sweat buh u dey ENVY (NV) like 2 Alphabets..Vector

...focusing focusing
...focusing on less memories
...powerful thoughts but no movement
Much money # tag less development
Growing wild...growing humble
Every legs lift with focus...less mission
Busrted with vision...now seeing blurred
Living a lifeless life.. Live today die in future
Leaving the enjoyable treasure
Spending time focusing against d upcoming...

Blaqqcorleone:
Ah Never sleep coz sleep is d cousin ov death

Nasty Nas

NY State of Mine from "Illmatic" album

martinsfm:
NY State of Mine from "Illmatic" album

one of the best album of all time

martinsfm:
NY State of Mine from "Illmatic" album

You 're both wrong. That line is from the track, the massage, taken from ''It was written'' album. Nas's 2nd LP. 1996.


I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'

Here’s a voice for the voiceless
My words like multiple choice to the choiceless
Emerge like a search light in the darkness
For this young, black carcass
My niggas either join the Armed Forces, or they corpses now
In God we trust But it’s bucks that we worship, now
Boy that root of evil gon’ forever rule the people
See, I seen just what that fast money gon’ come and do to people
Hit a lick, it was a hit...

Yo Gotti ft J Cole-Cold Blood
RIP Prodigy

Freiburger:

You 're both wrong. That line is from the track, the massage, taken from ''It was written'' album. Nas's 2nd LP. 1996.


I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'

oga he sampled it from "NY state of mind" I fvck with nas ..... I have illmatic , it was written, god son, stillmatic, life is good, distant relatives, a little of I am... check the lyrics of "NY state of mind" nd gt bk to me .. "I aint the type of brother made for you to start testing" was a line in the second verse .. ffed by "give me a smith-n-wessun and I have niggas undressing"

peeps dnt fvck with me when it comes to nas, eminem or the notorious big

Freiburger:

You 're both wrong. That line is from the track, the massage, taken from ''It was written'' album. Nas's 2nd LP. 1996.


I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'

Before u boldly come out to say "you both wrong" get ur facts right".the rap chorus goes " it drops deep like it does my breath,I never sleep cuz sleep is the cousin of death,beyond the walls of intelligence life is defined............."
My order of NAS' best albums...
Illmatic
Stillmatic
God's son
It was written

I move at night, respect my gangsta
Ready for whatever you bring, the mood is right
The club is righteous, tight with family
Squeezin on big old bubbles with no panties
Ladies who's sexually free
And once in a while live on the wild side, kinky & nasty
Middle fingers up and say "Bleep the world"
Throw your hands up...

Mary J. Blige
Party all night (Party all night)
Let's drink, no fights (Let's drink, no fights)
Party all night (Whachu wan' do?)
Let's drink, no fights (Drink up...c'mon, yeah, yeah...

Nas-Braveheart Party ft. Mary J. Blige, Jungle & Wiz

Wyclef
...That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion...

Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing

Lauryn
Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon,
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's.
See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees.
Hey Hey Hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Say say say
Like Paul McCartney, not hardly,
ODD-ly enough
I can see right through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", Cried when Cochise died.
I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes...

Fugees-Fu-Gee-La

...Like Shakespeare ........................ is the case here
I ain't got time to drive you all the way home
But instead I can slide you to a club bathroom or a restaurant men's room
Then I can zoom in your womb.
We both get what we want
Then we can assume
We doin what we want
Smokin that bud and chillin'
But first I gotta nut before anything you willin?
You wit it, its animal behavior.
La chic, la freak out, with the sexy beast ma who slays ya
This is for the mature who love natural love making
Outdoors, On the hood of your car
Nas is good at it all when it comes to gettin it raw
Do I have to convince ya naw
We don't need hotel key
We jump in the truck and stain everything up.
Slide your g-string up...

Nas ft Kelis - In Public

Nas
Life is so unpredictable, full of surprises
I could just die from natural causes, bullets, or virus
Cause latex can break quick just fuckin' some fly b!tch
And AIDS hit my people hard, not many survive it
Want to be married with children blunted, happy with millions
Laughin' but lately I'm haunted by some of the saddest feelings
That remind me, I could easily end up like Shyne did
Writin' supportin' our focus and practice wisely
They wanna do me like Tyson, Jordan, Oprah, Jackson, and Cosby
Black man attacked on camera, gay police'll ride free
So what does Nas see
Don't wanna breathe the same air my enemies breathe
Hate when they beside me
But I just keep em' close, money over hoes
Secrets and codes, lead by example...

Devin the Dude ft Nas & Xzibit

But uh anyway
You could catch me any day
Sipping Hennessey
And my peeps get plenty way
But anyways, to see that I hold this dough
Cats fake it
I made it
I told you so
Mocca late kid
We no play
Stress free, sexy and my ...
It's a pity that
Yall look like idiöts...

Nicole Wray - Make it hot

It's really real, when I feel the way that I do right now
I see all my brothers underground
Pushing up daisies, man, it amazes me
That you can't see where you gonna be
A statistic, everybody's gon' call ballistic
If you had a good day, damn, I must have missed it
Cause you mad at the Universe
Going to hell with everybody else cause you want your own first...

...So I must ask, for real though, who are you
See, I'm a big man

Yeah, you know you'se a big man, check it
I went for twelve years to school and never could read
A knowledge of my hood is something they can never teach me
I never started to step but I kept up with the Joneses
Having rollers... my little pinky
I did a lot of kinky thing the girls knew it, flock into it
I'm around my old way, yeah, they still wants to do it...

...It's not a white man's finger on the trigger
Car-jacks, drive-by's, callin' each other "nigga"
I'm not here to scold but rather shape n' mold
That young black mind that won't live to grow old
Cause you're fronting smoking on the blunt and
Down with your friends cause you think you're making ends
But you're not - and that's the truth of the matter
Your brother gettin' skinny, cause you want your pockets fatter

Nonchalant - 5 O'Clock

Throw It Up"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Ludacris)

[Busta Rhymes]
Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets
No if's, and's, or maybe's
Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti
Cuz it's Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby)
With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
Weezy tell 'em what you rep..(I represent Young Money)
Yea I know you got me homie..(Busta, Bust I got you)
Real Talk
(I'm goin' in)
Get 'em killaaa

[Lil Wayne]
I'm about to blast off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks check my pocket science
And if ya wanna try it, c'mon and try it
You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas firin'
And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin'
I've been a soldier, never met private ryan
Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the lion
I'm dippin' in my coupe, with the top behind me
I'm not the president, but I see cops behind me
Well f**k 'em, f**k 'em, f**k 'em, and they can not stop me
So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
It's my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Sharper than a ginsu shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you body

[Chorus]
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f**kin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
(I got 'em..Ludaa)

[Ludacris]
I throw it up like a cap and tassel
I got my rap diploma
I throw it up like the gangs in Southern California
I Got them burners on ya, have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger
Have you lookin' like a human torch
Then have you lookin' like Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me, this aint a f**kin' dream
I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they f**kin' team
But I aint slangin' dope, I slang Luda-vision
Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's true religion
You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey
My niggas fight over ice like we been playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the point
I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get the joint
I hope you fire it up, I hope it burn slow
I welcome chicks to my nest, I let these birds know
And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to take flight
And throw it up like ya girl's dress on prom night

[Chorus]
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f**kin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)

[Busta Rhymes]
When I spit, niggas be askin' "Who dat"
It be the god
And I know you niggas really wanna know how the hell I "Do dat"
And the way that I come through
And kill every single thing when I rhyme
Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit a little beat same time
(Bring the beat back)
My fans will leave ya f**kin' ass leakin'
For sayin' you nicer than me, hypothetically speakin'
Cool and Dre bring the f**kin' beat back for no reason
(Rewind It)
Niggas know my rap and know me for always beastin', Ok
When they see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm from
Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in tongues
I single handedly move like a thousand niggas kick on
Trample niggas like a heard of hippo's (Nigga)
When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when they call me crisco (Bitch)
That's when I seek revenge like the Count of Monte Cristo
Crack niggas like Nabisco, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco
A gangsta cat markin territory wherever the piss go
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and holla
I'll change that and have you consider studyin' Kabbalah (Shit)
They nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan giant
Flatten niggas with my foot, who wanna try it

[Chorus]
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f**kin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)

When the game was gettin' weak, and everybody started winin'
And when the streets needed us, we came with perfect timin'
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
(Till tune fades).

Rick Ross verse in Devil in a dress by Kanye West ft. Rick Ross

Lookin' at my b***h I bet she give your @ss a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your @ss to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rosé all alone
Double-headed monster with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, n**ga shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin', runnin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' never made me mad
Never that, not when I'm in my favorite papertag
Therefore G4s at the Clearport
When it come to tools, fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope, I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex sport
So many cars DMV thought it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the night's over
God bless the man I put this ice over
Gettin' 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps

Meek Mill was sick on this track
Everyday ft. Rick Ross

Everyday"
(feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro:] Rick Ross
Meek ain't countin' money no more.
If it ain't right, it ain't right
Zip the bag up.
MMG
Drop it right there.
[Background female voice:]
Maybach music.

[Verse 1:] Meek Mill
I got these niggas hating on me
But I don't give a Bleep
Because they're bitches waiting on me
I'm just countin' all this money
And buyin' all these hammers,
So when these niggas play I let my shooters go bananas.
Dollars flashin' like a camera
My whip sounds like a monster
My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar-sponsor
These niggas gettin' sick
Somebody call a doctor
Cause all this blood's drippin' twenty racks on Louis Vuitton
I got Dolce and Gabanna,
Gucci, Louis, Prada,
Fly saddle, white socks, boy, I got a lotta.
My dream cabanas
That's where they'll probably find us
Tell me now the jail like sayonara to you others.

[Hook:] Rick Ross
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Bleep with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Bleep her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.

[Verse 2:] Meek Mill
Young nigga, lot of cash
Bad bitch, lotta ass,
Lambourghini kinda fast
It got these haters kinda mad
Make me bring them sticks out
AKA, look, they're comin'
Them niggas 're kinda nice
Which means that they kinda act.
I be on all kinds of shit
Boy, I get all kinds of cash,
Monday, I'm a wear my Jays,
Tuesday, my Prada bag,
Wednesday, I go Louie Vuitton,
And say: How you been? I say: Doin' fine.
But that ball hard like two Lebrons
I hit the booth with no shooting time

I'm Superman
My bitch is superfly
I make a hater wanna kill himself, suicide
That nigga play at me
He knows it's do-or-die
Cause I got a big Mac
And that bitch, be super-sized.
Rollin with a hundred goons
Boy I got a hundred jewls
Bout to Bleep a hundred hoes
All them bitches coming soon.
Tell 'em I am coming now
Tell 'em I am coming, cool.
Buy my shit, it's superhot
I named my album 'Summer June'

[Hook:] Rick Ross
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Bleep with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Bleep her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.

[Verse 3:] Meek Mill
Bugatti and Rosay
Bout to meet Jose
He said 'Did that work',
And I was like 'OK'
She said 'Give me money'
I was like 'No way'
She got mad and touched my phone
Said, 'It ain't no work if it ain't no pay'.
I'm like 'Be gone, bitch
Be gone, bitch.'
I'll pop the guard
Turn on my On switch.
Them bitches ain't on that
Nigga, cause they're on this
You put more money in,
I put more money in.

[Hook:] Rick Ross
I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Bleep with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Bleep her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.

[Background male voice:]
Can I ask a favor?
Please embrace the fact that Meek is just that boy now
Why fight it?
You're doing yourself the service.

One of the illest remix on my playlist since 2010
Waka Flacka Flame ft. Diddy, Rick Ross and Gucci Mane

"O Let's Do It (Remix)"
(feat. Diddy, Rick Ross, Gucci Mane)

{Ooh, L-Don}

[Intro: Diddy (Rick Ross) {Gucci Mane}]
(Real niggaz) {Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...}
Ayo, ayo Waka (Boss!) {BURR!!}
(Free Gucci!) {GUUCI!} Y'all ain't expect me to f@#k wit this one
I see you, boy (Let's turn the temperature up on these niggaz again, nigga)
Y'all must've forgot, I started this sh#t
Yeah, check this out
THIS -- IS -- THE REMIX

[Diddy - Verse 1]
I got my billions up, f@#kin with dem white folks
Now I don't give a f@#k, 'cause I'm richer than dem white folks
Lamborghini trucks, y'all ain't even seen it yet
Bought me Teterboro just to Diddy bop and land my jet (Ahhhhhh-OWWWWW!!!!!)
I'm-I'm hustlin out of Harlem, Paulie Castellano (Don't stop)
Bitch, I am a problem, I just bought the Delano (That's right)
Pimpin in my convo, bitches come in combos
Pictures of Christopher on my wall all in my condo
I don't f@#k with fake hoes! All I touch is J-Lo's
All I drink is my sh#t, Ciroc by the case load (Let's go!)
Movies is my next sh#t, two mil on my necklace
Bad Boy - 80 million motherf@#kin records!
(BITCH!!!)

[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
I f@#ked my money up... I bought another Rolls Royce
to pick my homies up... my top back like "Oh boy"
Step yo' game up... You ridin nigga, hold on
I switched the game up.. One stack that's for the whole zone
That's thirty-six a kilo, BITCH, I think I'm Nino
BITCH, I think I'm Scarface, BITCH, I'm Al Pacino
Flippin my lil' C-notes, painted my new Benzo
Took my bitch to Red Lobster, I cain't feed no friends, hoe!
Bitch, I'm on my high horse, jewels I rock I die for
'cause that sh#t that I bought, shoot yo' @ss that's my fault
Bitch, I'm on this asphalt, money makin be the thing
Bitch, I'm on my last straw, them choppers always do the thing

[Chorus 2X]
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!
O let's doooooo it
Hey - o let's doooooo it
Hey - o let's doooooo it
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!
Drug dealin music
Hey - I influence
Hey - I influence

[Waka Flocka Flame - Verse 3]
I F@#KED my money up -- (Damn!)
Now I can't re-up
Ran up in his spot (spot)
Just to get my stacks up
Now I'm back on deck (deck)
So shawty, what the F@#K you want?!
Heard he talkin sh#t (sh#t)
But this ain't what the Bleep he want! (Flocka!)
Lock my CEO up, now it's back to coka
Niggaz talkin sh#t brah, hang 'em by the rope-a
Hit 'em wit the choppa, call dat sh#t hot llama
Call me waka Flocka, a/k/a Young wild Nigga
A/k/a Young Drug Dealer
Got purp, got kush, got pills, got white
In the trap all night, wit the hard and soft
Stacks on the flo', watch {?} boy whip it
Shook it to the left then he shook it to the right
So Icey, Brick Boys, got it all night
These lame @ss niggaz ain't got no fight
Kick in my door we gon' shoot out all night [echoes]

[Gucci Mane - Verse 4]
(Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...WAH)
BURR!! BURR!! GUCCI!
I stack my money up, Brick Squad we so g'd up
I'm countin cash in my office, sippin coffee with my feet up (Wooooow)
Haters sendin threats, like they want beef but dey know dey don't
Meet Flocka at the dealership, I told him get what the F@#K you want (Well damn!)
They locked my homeboy Verne up, 1999 for murder
Now niggaz claiming Zone 6, that I ain't never heard of
Hit you with the carbon, but why when I got shooters?
You heard Gucci was locked up, but that was just a rumor! (GUCCI!)
Got purp, got pills, got lean, plus I got powder for you snorters [snorts]
You wanna find me, I-20 to {EAST ATLANTA, GEORGIA}
I send my female shooters (mwah), that rock-a-bye baaay-baaay
1017 shawty, in my hood we got them AKs'

[Chorus]
Till fade

Ayo, the brother is "Stillmatic"
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll make another "Illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-Notes is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child...

I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning Nostalgia
Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all been pop for a minute
Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap repo-man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who real
Professionals, stick up child's dreaming for mills
...

Nas - Stillmatic the intro

"Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, givin MouthAction, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid...

Nas - Nas is like

Tupac i guess

BluBerry:

ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH, I'M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND

Big
Model bitches wondering if I'm a fck with her
She know I treats my bitches like Ivana
Dolce and Gabana drippin'
Big Poppa never slippin'
H-class diamonds shinin'
Dinner with the wifey winin', dining'...

Scarface
I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock
I know some hoes for the dro you can hit the cörck
I know a nigga workin' 9-5
Been on 15 years, ain't got a car to drive
I know some nigga wanna act hard...

Biggie faet. Akon & Scarface - Hustler's story (From Biggie duet album)

dogarazakka:
Tupac i guess

No. That's some of Nas's sht. One Mic

I FUCKIN LYK DAT MAN

Freiburger:

No. That's some of Nas's sht. One Mic

Nas
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, love-vendor your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go

Nas feat 50 Cent & Nature - Project's Too Hot (Unreleased)

Mystique:
Some of my favourite:
She walks around looking like Mike-o wit ur money She went to d doctor and got lypo wit ur money
Gold Digga - Kanye West

we waste a lot of time crying over wasted time -NF