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put her on the hills by the muthafuckin summer
Cause like you know and I know we ain’t getting no muthafuckin younger
So I’m like Tae what you gone do

the devil in my soul
A hundred bands for the Benz
Runnin' over picket fences
Potholes and bullet holes
Put fuckboys in trenches
I got goals I gotta reach

Niggas lost so many friends they still be dying by that gun 
See them cops you better run 
Not many make it where I’m from 
100 died right in that spot so

New York

AZ

A.W.O.L. [Version 1.5]

2005

get Ghost and scram
Gingerbread niggaz on the run from feds
Shit is sick, pretty chicks'll put a gun to ya head
Never a vic', either think quick

Murda, Murda, Murda shit
Ayy

420 up in London
I'm a problem, called her a "bust man"
Me and Murda, we up to somethin'
I was on the hound

Brand new whip outside I don't know how to park it, yeah
I put new diamonds in the face yea these some Cartier
I been off these meds
I don't know

broke, that's impossible
Put me in charge of all these runs, boy this ain't usual (hell yeah)
You see I done called some people friends but they ain't true

Depp
He swooped in quick on his jet when she left
And oh God, I'm smoking whatever they put in front of me
Three hundred pounds with a swollen frown

me dawg

Run into this house
You gon end up on the ground
In the back room
Blood cells
Leaking from your mouth
Heaters pulling out
Till they no longer

before I'm overpaid
A hundred ways to get money it's a thousand ways to die
Only got one time with me, So gone' and cross that line
I look after myself

Showdown

The Psycho Realm

The Psycho Realm

1997

the continent
I'm a dominant mothafucka, but you're the opposite
Turn around put your hands on the side
Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun

the same route til you crossed me out the game 

When the jokes on u it's no fun
Even when u win u ain't won
Better get u a hand gun
Come in handy if they

Until the End of Time

Lecrae

Empire

2015

ever, till the end of time

Grindin', workin', hustlin' on this mission, I will never quit
Every single track you put in front of me I'm killin' it

Real Soldier

Wet Boys

Get Wet

1999

{Sound of a helicopter} 

[Officer 1] 
Juvenile 
You are not a soldier 
Put down your soldier rag and ground the chopper 
If you don't we

in court, fuck what you thought
It's street nights
I put the game down first
Put my niggas up on it
Now we Amerikaz Most Wanted, feel me?

Since my

a felony
Cause I'll be damned if a nigga out of bounds play with me
I ain't running from you niggas what niggas lazy
And I ain't cummin in you bitches what

It was all nothing Till I made it something 
Now they hear me on the mic and they jumpin
But back in the days these motherfuckers weren’t bumping

We Got This

DMX

Poly Sci

1998

baby! 

Gotta get this money baby! 

50's and 100's baby! 

My whole crew be sonnin' you 

What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!

found me a real one
Can't open my heart so soon
Leave some change in her room
That's why I get love from the goons
This gun on my hip like a broom
So much

girl love like a gun shoot me with like 50 rounds
I’m on the ground life flash before my eyes
Saw the devil in a dress when she pull off that disguise

started
Dropped 2 albums sounded so apart and
Y’all still in the same spot, sound the same as we all did, yeah
Don’t compare to me these others
We are not

leave a nigga in the Thames
Floating down the embankment up to Tilbury
Whoever you are you still bleed
Run up on man, hold the gun up and bang
(bang) lick

if you 'bout it
I'm whippin' three hundred thousand
I'm in the kitchen cookin' pounds and
Let me know if you down with it

Got Versace on the hip,

come near me
Glock 33 we gonna up Scotty pimpin'
Two double cups codeine stuck to my kidney
We put that boy in the ground, that's a chest
Better not