thumb|A top view of Osh bazaar
Osh bazaar (Kyrgyz: Ош базары [oʃ bɑzɑrɯ]) is one of the largest bazaars in Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan. It's located on the west side of town, and is not far from the Western Bus Station.
At Osh bazaar, one can buy food products, almost any common household good, clothes, Kyrgyzstan souvenirs, and even musical instruments. Kyrgyz national clothes, which are sold in the national goods section, are mostly sewn at the bazaar at a sewer's guild named "Kyyal" (Kyrgyz: Кыял - "fantasy/dream"), and may be special ordered (for size, colour, etc.) through the bazaar vendors.
Osh (Kyrgyz: Ош) is the second largest city in Kyrgyzstan, located in the Fergana Valley in the south of the country and often referred to as the "capital of the south". The city is at least 3,000 years old, and has served as the administrative center of Osh Province since 1939. The city has an ethnically mixed population of about 220,000 (in 2003), comprising Kyrgyz, Uzbeks, Russians, Tajiks, and other smaller ethnic groups.
Osh is a lively place, with the largest and most crowded outdoor market in all of Central Asia. The city's industrial base, established during the Soviet period, largely collapsed after the break-up of the Soviet Union and has started to revive only gradually. The proximity of the Uzbek border, which cuts through historically linked territories and settlements, deprives Osh of much of its former hinterland and presents a serious obstacle to trade and economic development. Daily flights link Osh - and hence the southern part of Kyrgyzstan - to Bishkek and the north, and the recent upgrading of the long and arduous road through the mountains to Bishkek has greatly improved communications.
[Verse 1]
I don't know why niggaz wan' see
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Knowin I'm good as good as it
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[Chorus]
If you would (what) walk with me (uhuh)
I'm like you (yeah), you're like me (true)
I'll survive (uhuh) in these streets (forever)
Hold my child (uh), like I hold my heat
I'm gettin stronger as I'm older (watch closer)
And the world is gettin colder (watch closer)
I'm just tryin to get over (watch closer)
Tell me lookin over ya shoulders (watch closer)
[Verse 2]
I'm still good lookin for confrontation
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Behind my back could threaten to shoot me
Reminds me of myself before puberty
I turn on TV you on Cribs
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If we spit prepare to take loss
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I'm prominent I'm coming you watchin it?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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Like me and my rhymes from '93
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Had time a back in the days now we weren't still
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Mel Gibson made Passion of the Christ without my sample clearances
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