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All the Way

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Thug World Order

2002

the realest of thugstas
Ten years and they thought we'd be gone
But Oh No, soon as that little nigga Eazy
Let us put our foot in that door
We mashed we did we

to get a bag
Attention spent too short for me to sit up in the class
School niggas to a degree, how I'm rapping on they ass
Can't never ever be too cocky,

3500

Future

3500

2015

ain't got backpain, know you gotta love it
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em
Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made

people think I got a deal
I'm the hottest rapper out but I still give you boys the chills
I put guap down on these kicks, guap down on my wrist
And it cost

hoes, focused on dough
Niggas so broke just laugh in they face
Just poppin my shit, I know they gon hate
Tell em to cut it and go get a bag
I just say

I looked that n*gga in his face, Ohh
Put 'em in his place, Ohh
Yeh, Ohhh
Yeah
Looking at these niggas face
They full of lies
I can never face demise

Where the Party At

E-40

The Mail Man

1993

on they stuff cause I'm bout to snatch 
Your batch if she wants it she'll be mine in the Cutlass 
Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin'

It's another one that nobody done raised
They got demons in they cage
They got demons in they face every day
And I tell him I can help you, it's ok
I

degree spring
Got a circle on my leg I'm forgetting where it begins
Got a circle on my leg I'm forgetting where it ends
And the trend, was the ben in hand,

now
I can't feel my face
I've been stuck inside this system
Live within this sick addiction
I'm offended by the laws they put in place
Its got me

It's a Panarama in the driveway
Feds watching, we in the projects
They know we ain't posed to be driving that
Fucking the natnats and alley cats
Trap

I'm dreaming
It's like I've died...
Singing "bye-bye!"
They don't rap like me
'Cause they never saw the path right
In a bad light
Y'all were my family

The Set Up

Nas

It Was Written

1996

, he should've been dealt with it
Them niggas sour, they put to much flour in they coke
And got the nerve to wonder why they broke
While we was

finally paying off
Put her in that Fasionova
Just to have her take it off
I first met her at that church by that Jamaica park
Uh huh yeah Sacred Heart
But

I got some thangs to talk about 
All my niggas is falling out 
Niggas in my city riding round with a 30 
And they aint balling out 
I put in work

on the dresser

Ain't nothin' special man, I sold it all yester'
Pull in Phipps Plaza in a motherfuckin' Tesla
Ain't no pressure when you got a little extra
Put

Bout to put the crypt keeper in this bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look, look

We talking bout, we talking bout
We talking bout
What they call'em
Fake

they won't give me no space
Bad bitch with an innocent face
Why you broke? There's a million ways
Got my knife every day 'cause I'm still in my ways

blades
I can see it in they face
That they don't want to see me come up
But nigga, fuck what they say!
I'm a hustle everyday until a nigga get rich
I put

shook crews runnin'
Like they supposed to they come around
But they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
You're in the wrong place
Cowards

grateful for my life
I preserve my life
I am healthy
I face fear square in the face
And it disappears
I am strong
I am a good teacher
I see with spiritual

money by the end of the weekend
But they don't care 'cause their life is a movie
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly
Truthfully, it's a joke, like

nigga!

I guess it's the thing
Now, they used to hate on us
Pull out your cannon, come through
And spray on us
Laying the cut, but Dogg can see a mutt
You

straight out the Earth
My niggaz put in that work
Don’t get yo face put on a shirt
I’m from the trenches Wit fiends and Park I come for life if you snitch