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Shabazz PBG & Dolan Beats – Package

[Hook: Shabazz PBG]
Get em’ in got my own shit, half a Mil on my own bitch
And I’m still in the same shit, and I still fuck the same bitch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op nigga brainless, niggas rapping but ain’t saying shit
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam bitch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, fuck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad bitch, clip longer than my damn glick

[Verse 1: Shabazz PBG]
Rap niggas on fan shit, walk down on some man shit
Play with my Dons we stalking your shit
Play with my cash your ass gon’ get hit
Spend ten on my damn fit, double C on the bad bitch
FN this a hand stick, go to New York like a damn Knick
Sipping foo like now your ass sick
Dolan on the beat you know its a hit
Glock 23 and it came in a package
AR Pistol put it under the mattress
Landed in Vegas I picked up the work
Fucked up the beat then I fucked up the curb
Shooters creeping and they wait for the word
Around the ops playing man hunt
50 round leave your man slumped
Lil bitch

[Hook: Shabazz PBG]
Get em’ in got my own shit, half a Mil on my own bitch
And I’m still in the same shit, and I still fuck the same bitch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op nigga brainless, niggas rapping but ain’t saying shit
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam bitch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, fuck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad bitch, clip longer than my damn glick

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Kano – Old School Lyrics

Ayo, MJ
Let me tell these people why I’m old school, man
I am not a Myspace MC, I’m a pirate MC
From Flava to DeJa
From Rinse to Major

[Hook]
Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it comes to the roads, I lock that
Cause when it come to the flows I got that
Got cash, you could never try rob that
So move, the guy don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A I’m old skool

[Verse 1]

Look, I’m vocal but a lot of blokes chat a lot of breeze
But with me it’s emotional, nigga I’m old skool
Like Opal Fruits, gobstoppers or screw balls
You new born babies, I’m a vet yep they know the cool
Spittin’ through they headphones, no vocal booth
Look I go back like Flava FM, Tel still owes me some paper
Way before DeJa, (?) tapes with AB and the
Sound labs, no turntables 12-10’s
And I was housing G, like closer than close
Till I found the MIC and the vocals I wrote
I’m so cool with my old skool shit, Adidas shell toes and my Stan Smiths
In EH with a PH, 3-3-7
From cassettes now it’s my CD selling

[Hook]

Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it came to the scene, I locked that
Cause when it come to the green, I stop that
Got cash, you can never try rob that
So move nigga, I don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A, so old skool
Hahaha niggas ain’t old skool like me

[Verse 2]

Niggas know why I’m boss on the beat
Hardcore, never go soft on the street
From Boys Love Girls to London Town
I toured the world but locked London down
But certain reputations ain’t deserving
Certain MC’s ain’t put the work in
But I had a few tunes before YouTube
And I was a known face before Channel U
From PP, wrets and EQ
In my Prada Straps and fucked Evisu’s
Me and Danger Mouse but I’m no Penfold
And my intro, do I play? N-O
Look, look, that’s one of my old skool lyrics
And I was in Eskimo, reloadin’ it
But some MC’s there were pissed I gone clear
And yeah I could win that battle on the stairs

[Hook]

Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it came to the scene, I locked that
Cause when it come to the green, I stop that
Got cash, you can never try rob that
So move nigga, I don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A, I’m old skool