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surrounded by some rotten apples
I'm an asshole, gotta hassle, this ain't time to play
When I'm aiming at ya punk motherfuckers to annihilate

Step back

and trap and if I aint hit em we doubling back,
N*ggas loose in the streets getting laid by ah b*tch
Ion know why my opps keep on sending and fishing 
I just

Jfresh
Tha Vill
They know we had to do it man

Push me off the ledge
Watch me float off
Bitch I'm off my meds
I been wrote off
I been rolled

Kickup pull up where The fuck at, talking about ima kill you by 8 bitch you really is cap,Nigga don’t be testing me before I really clap back, like o snap,

Stomp

Young Buck

Straight Outta Ca$hville

2004

Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off

I'm Caddillac'n Through The Hood, Sittin' On 24's
T.V's Playin, Rim's Spinin, Blowin' Plenty Dro

to the soul
Rock n them rolling
Lock and I'm loaded
I'm fighting all the lows n
All she gonna know is guns and roses 

Ahhhhhhh Yahhhhhh
Ahhhh yah e yah e yah e

what happened when OG Mack came home

The first time I smoked weed, it was with Bloody Rose
Skinny black motherfucker corn rows to the back
Had a knack

Reverse

Redman

Forever [Clean]

1999

my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
Yo, I'm

black and white
Get it? Black and white?? Skip it, lemme get back to writing 
And by back to writing I don't mean writing songs, I mean writing wrongs

to kick back threw away the Glock
Now tell me where the SIG at
Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast
Niggas braggin' off some shit
But we done did that

Brooklyn

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides [Clean]

1999

James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryna hunt that,

a stain with my gang
Everybody know my name
So ya bitch give me brain
But she only want the fame
But I only love racks
Spend a check get it back
What you

Flipping thru the hood looking for the dope house
You're big homie is a bitch that I know about
You see I cut these n*ggas and hoes off like losses
Only

You're F**kin' with BC

Body Count

Violent Demise: Last Days

1997

drug sellin, pussy suckin, hard fuckin,
Drive by'n, do or die'n, bitch smackin, cash stackin,
Switch hittin, game spittin, hustlin's how I make my

up that lace )
And im smokin exotic i stg u can tell by the taste
All lightskin wood gun yea we call this bitch a drac
( boom )
Why that nigga be

Pull up like I'm icy clean
Bad bitch she don't like me
Had to go off  with my wifey
No hype beast just a white tee
Back at the crib I'm steady

BP ain't no regular truck
Hop in that bitch are you fuckin or what
Off white big pipe let's roll
All ice all white and rose gold
I'm with Bedo right

pockets, bitch break it off
You could have the gun in my face, I wouldn't take it off
I thought Lil' Bro was slime, he was a snake at all
So I'm finna

head, she ain't coming over no way
Off of the zaza, pills, and the rose
And I got the iron man, feelin' like I'm Tony
Thick hood bitch and a model bitch

throwin' a bag while she dance on the pole
I hang with some real ones, they live by the code N****s ain't never been street and it shows
That bitch in

know I'm taxin' you double
I'm in the pocket like a runnin' back, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this

it slid
Out of my grasp n injured this invalid
Invalid toss-offs toss their cookies
While tossing salads
I ghost-write the most hype love sonnet n
Let

the face
How a nigga want the fade, knowin' he had to go to jail the next day?
Pussy boy
You somethin' like my bitch Rose Toy
KKK, got Ks on Ks, wanna

spot
While your jaw drop, her draws drop
Damn, shorty got a bald spot
I'm rock-n-roll like Guns & Roses
The consequences of my guns is roses
I reload