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Officer (Listen)
Mr. John Wayne (Listen)
Mr. Try to come slaughter my name
Mr. Mention a gang (Aww)
Mr. Put you in they aim
Mr. Gun go bang (Bang Bang)
Mr.

bang Big B in my face, my nigga
By mornin', I'ma check 'em out this bitch
Bean bag, know that gon' make this bitch
Lock down 'til the whole line get

reality a remix
Humanity’s beneath us, we super humans
Super-tyrants, super-violent
Listen to the way my nine click
Right before I pop your collar
The most

Migraine
Do a lil cocaine
Now I'm feelin' okay

Bang bang
Gunshots in my brain
Need an AK
Lotta blood down the drain
Yuh
Bang bang
Gunshots in my brain
Need

vibe
She keep that ass to the sky
Heart so cold like outside
Lost so many folks dat I can't even Cry
I just give thanks for the ones by my Side
Cross my

Don't Stop

Spice 1

Blocc Movement

2001

out niggas boss up and don't stop
Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
Spice, Yuk and Bo we do the damn thang
Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba

You can't hang
Offside rule, too close, yeah that's the same thing
She don't wanna talk, yeah she just wanna bang
But my boys come first, so I dipped

with my lil' homie Kippy
Big guap, big glocks, make a nigga kick rocks
Six mops, with stocks, shoot you out your flip flops
Get rocked, get socked, all

Popping my shit no laxative
Fucking yo bitch on Acid
Wrapping that gas in plastic
Told that lil dumb lil faggot
Got drugs in that bag don't drag it
Nigga

can get rocked 
I'm with a bad lil thang ima bang bang bang bang bang bang bang 
Have me feeling like Pops 
I'm the rubber band-man with a plan in a big

be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like

I got a chain
Smoke in the pistol it blow out Her brain
I can’t restrain, nah I let it bang
Robin jeans, car Bruce Wayne
Girl gotta Kik talking luke

187 Ya Yo

G-Unit

God's Plan

2002

you claim you got this and that by flippin crack, stop lyin, nigga you just rapped.

Lil Flip
A lot of Rap Cats rap about jewels, but that ain't rose

shit

Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her

you
We smashin' nigguhs by the hour
I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
My son'll blam you for a
Half ounce of dog food

Yeah, that's my lil

puffin on that strong
Dog, you can sing along
If you gotta ease that stress
Go an take another hit
By the end of the night everybody get lit
We just bang

the same lil mama
Round here niggas different
Cause we bout that change lil mama
And we pulling fire
And we let it bang lil mama
But she brought a bag
Shit

you tuck every chain
Hoodie say Taxi but it's called Helmut Lang
I got young money, gotta call it Wayne
Four by four I'm looking down like I'm in

Pourin' Up

Pimp C

Pimpalation [DVD]

2006

call it

[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",

call it

[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",

Outy When I Drive/Blamed

Chris Brown

Indigo [Extended]

2019

I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh

them niggas running up screaming Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang
Dred head no Lil Wayne beatin' Jokers like I'm Bruce Wayne
Niggas always talking bout the cops

blacked ya face like ya run
Into a wall or something
Its cash money all or nothing
Its Lil Wayne the reverend call it Sunday
The congregation know I come