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No Vaseline

Ice Cube

Death Certificate

1991

White man just rulin'
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your

Immigrant

M.I.A.

IMMIGRANT

2018

came out my mama womb it's time to gamble
'Cause your life on the line when you're young, Black or Spanish, word up

When freedom comes, better lock

Freedom in your head, freedom in your heart,
freedom in your mind, freedom in your emotions,
freedom in every area of your life
The freedom comes through

you can tell by my face boy
That bad bitch she call me hellboy
Bitches want my dick they can call my cell, boy
I just wanna bitch I can call my playboy

Late night shots ringing out
Once I seen that flash my life past by me now
23 Shots hit me, I'm still scraping it out
Smash the brake put it in

Drop the Bomb

Brand Nubian

The Very Best of Brand Nubian

2001

the bomb)
We gonna drop the bomb (Drop the bomb)
We gonna drop the bomb (Drop the bomb)
We come to drop the bomb (Drop the bomb)

We gonna drop the bomb

Tryna find myself by smoking this wood
Couple grams of hash got me feeling delightful
My baby come on over cuz i'm never feeling spiteful
(Ash pass)
Don't

heart and a wicked mind)
It ain't easy living all alone (a good man and the devil's shoeshine)
Oh, I saw the dead come back to life (Allulah no anna see

to another day
Life was good, we liked it then
But we must go on and on
Till the candles come
Floating back again
We are the stones
Smoothed by the river
Rough

Ready To Meet Him

DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

1998

to live my life, now I'm ready to die
Ready to fly, I cry, but I shed no tears
You told me you would dead those fears, it's been years
Snakes still

off
Wit your snitchin ass
Made a deal cause the jail had you scared
Can't do your time so you sold to the Feds
Nigga kill yourself, you a dead man

when I trapped on the corner
Got pulled over by 12, exciting, striking, freighting games
All I thought was he wanted me dead cuz he's part that gang
That

Spittin Game

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

Niggas steady getting chopped
Losin' they life behind stupid shit
Ain't that a bitch
Niggas, gettin' they wig split
And it's a shame
Killin' has

controlled by the DJ on the mic
I love hip-hop and every joint he playing is tight
A day in the life is a brick in the foundation of like
A maze in Egypt

they can hate
Dead Game - they can hate
Won’t change in the game
Stack change - they can hate

Back where I started from
Back where it started from kept

accolades to cover the shit we did
All grown up and showed them we own the net, but I'm disinterested
When it comes to rated R shit, I'm doublin' back like

couple grams in my drawers
We ain't even in the club and everybody tipsy dog
Down south dope dealing, ride high smoke Phillies
We come watch how I, ride by

to god I done been through it
I’ll die to make it come true
On god I’m better all blue
And music like my only friend since frank passed
Took 8 drags

would know
She'd end up dead 
Life's a string 
This game of threads 
And sleep gone come 
Just make your bed 

And I Keep on reaching higher 
Keep

wrong, now that's a strike lost
two more strikes, you'll be dead, gone
So don't fuck with me it'll come with a cost
Something you won't want, so don't test

I'm up til it’s 7 am
Need to get my life better I’m stressing to get me the cheddar til 7 am
I’m in my head a lot times
I keep a lighter right by my

These are my thoughts
Look at me dead
Are you seeing my corpse?
My eyes filled with tears
Knowing that my people done fought
And we still fight till

the stones for the bones of the dead
 
Dig, dig, I'll dig your grave
Just one crime now a life-long slave
"Come with me," the Devil said 
At least in hell then

yo' eyes, I told them that's life

I'm the king of the dead, I'm what killers and murderers
I'm the king of the dead, I'm what killers and murderers