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• Too Much For Me - DJ Kay Slay
• Excuse me - DJ Kay Slay

[Intro: Nas]
Check [scratched] check it out
Kay-Slay! (yeah) What up, baby
Uh, (check it out) Ame'
Haha, Bravehearts, c'mon
[Chorus: Amerie]
Said it ain't too much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it
All the things I do
To keep you loving me
And it's just too much for me
To not have you by my side
Cause no matter what you're going through
You know that I'm gon' ride yea
[Verse: Nas]
You a brave girl? I'm a Braveheart
In craw heart and Champion Hoodies
You in the Benz Buggy with the fullies
I ride beside ya, we about to pull a all nighter
I'm +Super Freak+ like +Rick James+
Sex in rangers, parked on dangerous blocks
You like it when the strangers watch
Im' looking out for cops, you a girl with no fear
People put ya hands in the air for the GQ man of the year
That Bentley or Polstry Leather
The leather that be up in the coats I wear
Wherever I go so there ya have it
Cashmere fabrics, never caught in last years garments
Holsters under armpits, chauffers and the charms lit
And a coat is holding on the Don's wrist
She got the ill Will chain on
Turqouise boots saying "God's Son"
This the theme song
[Chorus]
[Verse: Baby]
You know the size of this shit, I flips it quickly
Lose this trouble 'fore these people get with me
Holla at my hoes cause I dip my bitches
From gold to platinum from rag to riches
I'm the boss of the boss, the pimp shotcaller
Worldwide Rider in a Benz with a spoiler
In your city tear yo mall up
Pimp fly bitches and tear their walls up
Dress nice I'm super neat
Ice on white wit 3's on her feat
Worldwide Rider, I'm coast to coast
From Europe, Japan, I gets that dough
Send out 2 I get back 4
Yo broad around me I'm a lace that hoe
Smoke 'dro, redo my whips
Redo my chips this the bird man bitchch
[Chorus]
[Verse: Foxy Brown]
BK I throw it up, if we stay Manoloed up
Cris air canary, all these niggaz hear me
Lou Vuitton, Lou Batten
Bring fever cock sucker when Foxy throw it on
I speak how I feel I'm a Fox 5 General
Y'all rap bitches is all so subliminal
That's why I ones them everytime I pass 'em
Frontin wit young G the Fox 5 Captain
So which hoe wanna fuck wit huns?
So come we dun ta push a dem one by one, whoa
Now make me bust off mi big Magnum
Spray off in the lobby, call us the Shower Posse
The Don Gogen, come through styling hard
But 2 goons from the Sherlock Squadron
It be a bachelor that Fox them sparring
And leave y'all niggaz on the sideline starving
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Amerie]
I-I-I wanna get to know you
I-I-I want you with me
I-I-I just want to show you
You belong to me
I-I-I gotta get to know you
I-I-I have you with me
I-I-I just want to show you
You belong to me
[Chorus]

Feat. Gunplay, Vado, Uncle Murda, Sauce Money
Shit ain’t gravy, shit ain’t wavy
Not even close, to cope a steady maybe
Day county dog, little runt with the rabies
Call dcf, we drowning these babies
Cuba, Haiti, voodoo, ladies
Diamonds, rubies, you be, hating
Feel my talents now you see how my style is
Brutal, malice, but violent
Gunplay real name ratchet maraules
A nigga trigger finger catching the chalice
I go woof, to all the cats in the alley
Stepping on these rats in my balleys
With bats in the caddie
... now looking chevy, gold for the gold
Retriever, labby, torch, g the k bx, ain’t it
Triple c, leave your g ass, paining
Bogota, madion, both born away here
And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here
Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem
Excuse me motherfucker, ehem!
Ball all day, never sit on the benches
Bitches want attention and niggas wanna be mention
2 45 is what a nigga benching
Ain’t no scope it just ...me
Grab a rope, get the linch in
I’m handing rappers suspensions
School of hard nox, I’m cut from a hard block
We’re pumping them hard rocks
I’m in the drop, one button away from a hard top
I’m playing in the park lot, away with the...watch
Sitting on wile e, foulplay, while I stay on my toes like balee
No cars, but have more keys than valee
Get raw, they hand me the keys the way you down stay, ok
If I play the ball, the chris pause
Kick saw, deal in the cars with slick talk
Sick boy, I go hard, I spit raw
Pause broads, I do more laws than Chris...
Bogota, madion, both born away here
And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here
Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem
Excuse me motherfucker, ehem!
Trust who? I don’t know who to trust
I got my armor out, I don’t know who to bust
My bbs diamonds got them hating on me
Stick up kids outside the club they waiting on me
I hit them up, now they waiting on the paramedics
Them niggas needed to get shot, like a diabetic
Portorican girls in my hotel room
I let my man fuck em, he going to jail soon
He got a threesome before he did his 1 to 3
I almost walked in the court room with my gun on me
And niggas stay strapped, on mostly gotta have em
A nigga still banging, on most he got I’m rapping
Shut the club down, pour 100 bottles
Oh what’s the molly team, I’m off with luciano
You know big talk, boss shit
When I do it, I do it big, horseshit
Bogota, madion, both born away here
And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here
Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem
Excuse me motherfucker, ehem!
All I need is one square to function
And a connect that will meet me at the junction
Niggas talking reckless for nothing
But as long as it’s behind my back
I’m cool with niggas fronting
Cops on the street is like watching tv
Lay back in the curtain, watch them easy
They say real g’s move in silent
So in order to get it, I just had to be me
Any plug comes with pc
Me first, me second, me three
They say you ain’t a money nigga
Till your whip is a year ahead and your chick is out of DC
But my phillie thing is imperial
That thing out in Virginia is wife material
My California love is so serial
My Indianapolis thing is so motor vehicle
Bogota, madion, both born away here
And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here
Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem