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Fuck the babysitter

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2009-08-12 20:58:49

Description: Uncle brings the presents for the twins of his sister -- but only the babysitter is in -- hot young chick -- taking a look at the byciccles and than a closer one at the uncles dick (More)

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top 5 nas verses + lyrics

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2008-05-25 13:38:50

Description: Can only put top 4 lyrics because theres too many words 4.It was written: The message-Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though You (More) Can only put top 4 lyrics because theres too many words 4.It was written: The message-Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though You freak niggaz played out, get fucked and ate out Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum Ill sex adrenaline Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em fuckin me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon Grab your gun it's on though Shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight with the broke Mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit 3:I am NY state of mind 2 Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart? Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare with dead eyes -- tired of riots, shit is quiet Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick The sixth one's parole flipped; five niggaz, went to fo' quick when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shit Fake shit -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown All I got left in the end is two of my best friends And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT? 2: Nas Illmatic : the world is yours sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like Perry Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me 1:Only built for cuban linx Verbal intercourse (1st verse) Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual (Less)

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