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to snake ya out
You know that i got shooters on the floor
Can't wait to space them out
Riding in that double R
But nah this ain't no ghost
Don't give a damn

it)
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang (and don't worry 'bout a damn thang)

(It feels good, yeah) it feels good to you (good to you)
Let me see how

à tirer
J'vois noir c'est trop tard pour me suivre
J'suis par l'rose attiré

J'suis en fuite
J'ai des visions métalliques oh damn
Ils ont mis mon nom

Scholar

Gucci Mane

Trap God 2

2013

If you don’t got no strap, go and get you two guns
Got a bitch so fine with me, she make me want 2 sons
I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever Use

Secret Rivals

Masta Killa

No Said Date [Bonus DVD]

2004

down
Oh.. my headphone fell off.. damn..)

[Killah Priest]
Death come to those who oppose
Knockin' at the door, holding a rose
In plain clothes,

flows
Yeahh
I trap like the migos
When I wake
You know I see c notes
All green
Direct no D Rose
Hit a n**** a few times don’t reload
Now
Let’s make

Like DAYUM
I just want to smoke my shit
Couple blizzys to the face
N’ I don’t care about shit
Like damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By

Uhh Ohh

Khujo

Put Yo Hood Up [Clean]

2001

up
The club is packed up
My gage is racked up so don't you even act up
I've been dead wrong
So that that won't be new to me
Aside from killing me

the World Series
Here me?

If the money and the fame
Don't take away the pain
It's a God damn shame (Shampain)
We been workin' for these whips, tryin'
To get

for something
But I don't say nada
No I don't know shit you better not ask me nothing
If a n**** really got a problem
I tell 'em hop out and spin
And I

a gun
in hand

Lord I don't understand

maybe the kid was fed up

where the f*** is Jay at

what is this shit a set up

let me not say that

the three

Pardon my Bohemian ways
I know I act like I be
Stuck in a Bohemian daze
You said you love me, so don't rush me
Love is patient and now you gotta

AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones

so bad, but they don't wanna get up with me
That n***a, he so sick, broski took his fuckin' 50
We catch him, we gon' kill him, bitch, we active in

187 on a Hook

Brotha Lynch Hung

Blocc Movement

2001

n9ne and touched for the thug war whose got love for these niggas wit no love at all give a fuck guns clutched only left a ball I know you heard of me

No More

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son

2006

heavy metal
Smellin' like pedals from a rose, so they hoes
My bread's buildin', bagels and legos
When I rose, they froze
Trust me for them pesos I'm

scared of what
A vest won't help I don't aim for guts
Damn I'm nuts
You can have all the condiments in the world and still can't muster up to me young buck

Girl you so damn hot I might overheat
Got a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun
If I bust at your top no "woe is me"

(Red and Black)
(Brrr)
(Red

but a nigga still drip
I ain't in the club but a nigga still V.I.P
Still got a 40 cal on my hip
Cause I
Don't need
(Your help)
Catch me riding
By my

and skate on the gun line (grrah)
Don't talk on the phone, no Facetime (brrt)
Came from the streets to the baseline
Sno cone watch, F&N two-tone (I go sno

100 rounds
You can be big and get killed by a kid with 100 pounds
Tell me N***a how it sounds
In the wrong town don't be play a clown
Or they'll put you

Hopeless

Trick Daddy

The Red Light District [Clean]

2004

Just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me... listen here 

[Chorus]
When life seems hopeless 
It make a n**** lose focus 
Empty beer

dem don't know 'bout we
Me know ah nuff man can relate to this
'Cause di fight weh we fight ah nuh gun nor fist

(Pow)
Buss ah lyrical shot pon

hungry tryna eat me a million
Fuzk a record deal I'm in the field tryna smear me a nigga

Designer jeans stuffed wit lettuce I keep ham
They say damn nigga