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State Radio Right Me Up

Right me up Oh this friend today Right me up I'm not so weak Manny gonna go where the rabble go He gonna roll down the world And he bring me up

today Right me up Oh this friend today Right me up I'm not so weak Manny gonna go where the rabble go He gonna roll down the world And he bring me up

's a party in the cia! i've done a couple of crazy things that have almost got me dismissed, like terminate some head of state who wasn't even on my

of a, of a hustla When he pull up, wanna pop my hood up Bet he better have a six pack in the cooler Getting money, divas getting money If you ain't getting money then you ain't got nothing for me Tell me somethin' where your boss at? Where my ladies up

me on Till I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop? Shut up! Give me your hands and feet I said, "Shut up", when I'm talkin' to you You hear me

sign me Almost gave up, I was like 'Fuck it' Until I met Dre, the only one who looked past Gave me a chance and I lit a fire up under his ass Helped

, when it slides up and down the scale You would think my beats are graduate from Harvard or Yale Strappin' other beats five on his way to the top Havin' radio stations tune 'em up

Method Man] oh, Oh, Oh, Come On, Come On, Come On mutha What? Muthafucka that's Right, All Day, All Night come On, Get Down, Yes Y'all And to The Right

with us, or you against us Dogs of the world unite It's Public Enemy [Verse 1: Chuck D] GOD DAMN I state with my fist uplifted In a state where our