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what you bang, every one that you with catchin' slugs
Shorty think I'm a thug
'Cause I love drugs & I rap & be playin' with guns
But this ain't for fun

Cradle to the Grave

2Pac

Thug Life, Vol. 1

1994

this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina
I keeps her wherever I go,

before his eyes, he go back to the old days
Let you know who did it, at your grave, red roses in a bouquet
Bro said he the biggest stepper, he feel like

Jewels N' Drugs

Too Short

ARTPOP

2013

on a young pancake
We know how to make that money
Jewels n' drugs, play that hustle
Smother 'em, if you wanna be bad
Ain't nothin' if it ain't family
We

the cookies by the pound n**ga
Smoke the gas by the ounce n**ga (yeah)
Roll it up and burn it down n**ga (yee)
I'm getting head on a private flight (suck it up)

The Kenny Parker Show

Boogie Down Productions

Edutainment [Edited]

1990

for Guns 'n' Roses 
Yeah! C'mon! 
Throw your hands in the sky 
And wave em from side to side 
And if you're in this life just gettin by 
Somebody

the ones they will get
So feel this 
Cuz it’s the realist
It’s real shit
Ah ah 

CHORUS
This my rifle 
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When i lust

do have guns but they might be-
So man pull it apart and oil it
If a man violate, say "a man boyed it"
Live Yours ain't a gang, can't join it
We

was some bums
I keep tryna not be serious about life
And have some fun
I can really make a way with that gun
F** you little boy
You ain't talking bout

, don't need stairs
On the hunt, it just begun
Already done, better be scared

Ain't no fun, be prepared
Ain't no puns, to be shared
Conjuring, the creepy

a whole lotta punctuations
My bankroll it got bout like three of four commas
These n*ggas be talking but they don't know I got some guns like Osama

If You got guns (Yeah)
We pull tech's (What)
Shoot first leave yo brains on the headrest (N****)
It's all out war (Uh huh)
Who got next? (Unlawful)

from me
Is what I am
Gods plan
Im Hopin you understand
I became the melody
It's in hands n my arms i guess it's heavenly
By the tone of my voice you

Know It’s 3 Strikes No Adidas (Uhuh)
I Been F****n On A Opp Lil Sister (F****d Her)
These N****s Ain’t Gon’ Do Nun (F*** Em)
You Told On Your Patna Boy

on the map
I needa flip phone so this money ain’t tapped
Sayin mark b fuck no nigga pain slaps
I got homies with the guns
I got shawtys havin fun
Tryna kick it

We got guns and and we got roses, we step like "uh la la"
N'fakt si nihet zoni, rahat-ta-ta-ta
We step like "uh la la", we step like "uh la la"

shit ain’t gone make me leave.

My n**** I stood on yo block
Took a piss on it
Still the same n**** LiBrutha da big homie
Tryna get rich and stay rich

yea 
I feel like the chosen one up before the sun yea 

I feel like the chosen one up before the sun 
Got a gun and you aint gone do shit wit it you

If-If-If I'm a newgen, lil bitch you a PS1
I'm puttin' holes in your
Boyfriend just for fun
Felt like we was playin' Hide 'n' Seek
The way I see him run

going you the one
Like Derrick Rose 50 point nighter get it done
If ion feel like fighting, ima shoot you with this gun
And I ain't got no sympathy so

Kweezy tryn spin he twirl
My bullet proof vest ain't stop cupids bow n arrow
Got hard wit air holes they doing soft on mirrors
Your bitch released eggs

have some fuckin' fun, that's what all this Shit about
I know if I get grabbed right now, then it ain't no Bondin' out
So when I catch these lil'

They don't want me to charge no fuckin fee
It'd be outrageous
Half ass any craft n clash with the greatests
I'm already some niggas favorites and I ain't

to keep a .40 that'll clean a nigga dirty dishes (Ooh, woah)
Now I got a gun that'll beam 'em up like Scotty did it (Ooh, woah)
Banana clip'll go and eat