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Hands up
Hands up
Guns down
R.I.P. Jelan Moreira
Hands up, guns down
Some way, some how
Rome wasn't built in a day
Brick by brick I got a City 2 Save

You see the drip when I come through
Gucci bandana like kung fu
Double F up on my black belt
Match my kicks like 1 2
That's what I dropped on the fit

Threat

Jay-Z

The Black Album [Acappella]

2003

let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips

Threat

Jay-Z

The Black Album

2003

let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips

Superman

DJ Bobby Black

Down and Dirty, Vol. 32

2008

bakin' soda
The black cobra
The black Costra Nostalgia
2 snub nose .38's inside gucci holsters
Make me a +Young Gun+ but I'm not from +Philly+
But its

Superman

Game

R.E.D. Files: The Prequel

2009

bakin' soda
The black cobra
The black Costra Nostalgia
2 snub nose .38's inside gucci holsters
Make me a +Young Gun+ but I'm not from +Philly+
But its

Spit That G

Timbo King

The Sting

2002

Black Bad Boys gettin rich like Puff
The Excursion truck need two spots on the parkin lot
A stash box for the top, the lock

Brook-nam, grace

Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity

Basic Cable

Aesop Rock

Float

1999

and a dream
And I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
Black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator
I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin',

Funkadelic Relic

LL Cool J

14 Shots to the Dome

1993

'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
When all

Po Po

Nate Dogg

Real Talk

2004

Cause I be out all times at night
Doing shit I know I shouldn't plus I don't be ridin right
Smokin' lye, no stash box for me to put the skit
Two

but a bitch is two of them

Twenty-two with a 2.2, just came back from a long vacation
By the time that I'm done that's a 2.1, I got redbones and I

too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it

him with my two hands To his face, a double Waka
I'm in Lagos in a black truck, It's Chubbie not Chewbacca
I'm holding us together, uh I feel Like

and cops
They were like, "H, bring me a box"
I get sick sometimes, pull out the strap
Commit two crimes
Go to the studio, spit two rhymes
H, UK streets are

on a muscle bag
And I come through your window
Just like I'm Bruh Man

Paper chasin', paper chasin'
MMG I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see black
By

Novocaine
Then slide back to the park stop by shorties
Get a mother fuckin' box of some green games
(Aye get me a box of them games)
I used to have me a young

a eater box
I had to key the lock, find a way to flee the cops
Stay out of them people and my people watch
All because this black on black crime that get

to remove doubts and
Think about it, there's two sculptors named Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead president heads
Who got paid dead president heads by

It's scorn,
I suffered a fate in an enternal storm

A new body
Feelin' the life
Seein' the life
Seein' the strife
Born in a new time
Fifty two years

had to see your fucking horns
Maybe it's the game we play drowned out by a lover's scorn
Unstable
Unstable
Unstable
Unstable
Unstable
Maybe I'm just

up the toto, twister in her guts
Like the two strands to form my locs
Rooted in my spot
I saw the beginning of lust
Ego in sensuous stardust
Cosmic

thoughts but I'm locked on yours
No black-box and I'm knocked off course
(off course)
And I'ma come right back like nighttime
But ain't no coming back in my

my dirt all by my lonely so I know who told

2 4 6 8
Prolly sip my drank straight
Quarter mill half a mill whole meal
Ay ay
Gucci Louis Prada my