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Square

Classified

Greatful

2016

But these are the only ones 
That I would literally get it in with
Now I got three daughters
And when I tell people
They say, "God must be punishing

to bang the fours
Catch you by your Range door
Pistol spank your whore
Strip, change some more
You up in the crib with the
Bitch slippin' your brains galore

(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned

Bloody War

B.G.

Certified

2005

bloody war! (war)
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for?
(B.G.)
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang

(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all

Somethin' Like Dis

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

Code Red

1993

Yeah
Yeah Yeah come on now
Some party some party some party
If you want to go say party: party

Say party: party
Nineteen ninety three
Come

Yeah, yeah
I keep the gang with me, 'cause they gon' bang for me, yeah (keep goin'!)
I show my ass out in public, you'd do the same shit if you came

and them
Bullets sound like Nexus
I don't stop for niggas, I'm too busy passing
Why they keep saying bang? I don't even know
That's that old Sosa, Bang 3

Mm-hm, yeah

Part one, why is it so hard to live?
Part two, I shouldn't have done what I did
Part three, everyone left me alone
Part four, I

bitch go bang bang bang bang bang
Leave em limping cross the parking lot wont be no drama 
They treat me like im Osama .40's thirties hanging under
We do

freaky in real life
In sum
See through Victoria Secret
I promise i wont tell this can be our lil secret
I can tell just from by how she leaking that
That

back
I remember Sleepovers, damn, now it's Gangnam
Now y'all not helpin' me, damn, where the help at
Fuck it, bitch, I'm by myself, so if they bang it',

Too Many Rappers

Beastie Boys

Big Shiny Tunes, Vol. 14

2009

Mic check, mic check

One (one), two (two), three (three)
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three (three), two (two),

#1 Crew in the Area

Mack 10

The Recipe

1998

to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap tryin to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them straight b's and c's

[MC Eiht]

Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddling, off the X, that ecstasy

Seven hundred for the Vetements
I'm a boss, not a gentleman

Turn out the Lights (Freewest)

Freeway

Philadelphia Freeway

2003

[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Freeway]
Freeeee! Put the burners to ya crew
Give me a reason, not to squeeze on ya gang
Man the hammers go bang to bang
In wit

ghadi nbano
Dayzin super fast bhalchi flash
Going up up
Step by step nigga none stop
Blama t3adeb 9areb choufa
Ghada dabab lflow dima m9awed
Dima chad

Bust a Slug

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3

Representin' 93

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)

by three
I’ma do me, you do you
Your girl do the same thing that I do
I’m fly from here to talk what’s head back
All the way down to my shoes
We’ve

Shined up my shoes and jumped in my ride
Feelin' like a pimp, doin' fifty-five
In a five-seven, clean as a reverend
LS3, so G, keep my engine revvin'

three hoes followin' me (hoe)
Ho, ho, ho, I'm down the chimney (brp)
Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her look

Gs, we some Goldies in hoodies
Ain't spit no game, but your hoe understood me
I'm new shit, and your bitch a oldie but goodie
Three blunts, and we

make man vanish
Bang and the dirt is gone like vanish

Cash it
I want the p’s in hand
I want this flip to land
Pack it
Get me a 3.5 I’m tryna light up