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The tec and mac-10 flames begin
Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins
Hammers to firing pins
Me and my kin be makin you spin
The Lord

and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log

comin' back
And I'm Chief Keef, bitch
Off a pill, I feel like E.T., bitch
When I hit, you spin like a CD, bitch
Can't get caught by CPD, bitch
My

18 and Over

Prince

Crystal Ball

1998

about the pinwheel? (No)
That's the one where I put your legs behind your head
And real dirty like, I'ma spin you around
And grab you by the waist

187

Juvenile

Welcome to Harlem

2005

[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I

still couldn't find it
I'm not finna deal with the lying
Dukie Lump been with the violence

Lewwie Mac been with the sliding
Nigga don't try that
Smoking

(Mine)

I got a shotgun pointing at the radio
I swear to God I'm bout to pull
It back and make it blow
I got a shotgun pointing at the ceiling
Mac Lethal

teraz
I nieważne kurwa czy jest przypał czy jest melanż
Bez spin się nie obeszło wiadomo i to głupie
Czasami od klepania po plecach lepszy kop w dupę

teraz
I nieważne kurwa czy jest przypał czy jest melanż
Bez spin się nie obeszło wiadomo i to głupie
Czasami od klepania po plecach lepszy kop w dupę

Ayy
Ha
Ayy
Ayy
I could never be you niggas cause me and my niggas play it by some different rules
Street nigga with a blick don't get it confused
I

chat (rowdy wanna chat)
Rowdy got a mic, Rebel got a MAC (grrt)
Rowdy seein' green, Rebel seein' black (baow, baow-baow-baow-baoe-baow)
Rowdy doin'

the keys to the brand new Porsche
Would they mind?
Umm, well, of course not
I'll just take it for a little spin
And maybe show it off to a couple

Parents Just Don't Understand

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

The RCA Records Label: The First Note in Black Music

1992

left the keys to the brand new Porsche
Would they mind?
Umm, well, of course not
I'll just take it for a little spin
And maybe show it off

they do is just pop
Like cap on the media, who the fuck you shot?
You know where I'm at
Why you ain't spin block?
Yeah, time tickin', watch the clock

Tinted with them choppers though
We spin yo block my Mr softee
Spot you like a domino
Simon say he want you dead
I say that you got to go
So we gone drop

ain't playing
With you niggas
Drum gone spin like fans on you niggas
Drop a few birds and bands on you niggas
Have to lay low cause the feds on the bag

Let's Get It On

2Pac

Hot Mixx

1997

wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware

of the pussy club, so mine
Getting bricks by the G's, fittin' to rain and shine
Then head to another one, headless flyin'
What up to the DJ, straight

Like, get to the money, I get to the motivation
Brodie hop up the V with no hesitation
Fry a nigga up like a piece of bacon

Damn, like
I'ma spin

swin with the fishes for spittin that hook
He ain't livin his rhyme he a crook
I ain't fuckin with bitches I'm tryin get rich
Hit that lick by myself he

he a bitch
I caught him by myself and smacked him with the stick
You playing with me, you don't know what happened to the last one
Upped the score

Listen oi (oi oi)
Yah top five emcees I'll spin em
Tell em jump in a clash get
Done im a don round here
Everyone knows me six four till the
End i'ma

Got niggas jelly got some Niggas jammed
Got a cannon I'm not talking cam
It's exotic can tell by the smell
Niggas buying Zips so he bought a bell
Free

jelly
Wag words
Just on the verge
Tracking your thoughts like a mac sure
All up I want capture
Attack
Disco rayado
Look at a hatched turd
Lured by