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the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neil
The second I walked in the whole room got still
I don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal
And she

Ghetto D

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

Ain't no fuckin order too big 

And makin crack like this is the song 

You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long 

Never cook yo

big target
Wake up
It's time to die

Got a tiny flat for the price of a castle 
Damp on the walls. Just a sink in the bathroom 
The roads less travelled

Meet me by the lake
In the shallows where it's safe
Took my malice to the Rave
Place is hallowed like a grave
When you see my bald head, you better

LOE LOE 2Faxe
We ride round with choppas big as us we just tryna open fire (open fire)
Don't carry me with six I'm double R (RR)
Just carry me with

when you walk up out that house, you got a keep gun tucked

Better keep that shit tucked, by your side
If you walk up on me crazy, then that boy might

the TEC for the squealers
Wear a vest for the killers, nothin' less 'cause it's realer
In the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled

the TEC for the squealers
Wear a vest for the killers, nothin' less 'cause it's realer
In the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled

No Limit Soldiers

Tru

Tru 2 da Game

1997

gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But

357

C-BO

'Til My Casket Drops

1998

fools misuse my abilities, doin drive-by shootin everything 
they see,
I'm quick to cap it in yo life if you tempt me, 
playin Russian ruelet but is

Stand Up Nucca

Joe Budden

Joe Budden [Clean]

2003

charged before, strap a gun anyway
Took the state's lawyer, but you won anyway
Stand up cats beat the odds by far
Real recognize real, R.R.R.

Don't mistake

I sit in the back of the chamber
Away from the strangers like I'm a big banger
Fuck ya theories clearly it's a myriad
Of weak characters and second

I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun 
And then you'll run

these times, we've got Degradation
In these times, One Big Disco Nation Whooh
In these times, Yeah

In these times
The whole country armed with guns
Let's

I've been doing this since I was 15
Just a young man with some big dreams
Every other class I was skipping
Yelling at my teacher "come and get me,

give you ain't ever help me out
You can't tell by now I gotta fuck you mind
Never been the type of nigga raise the gun and not shoot
I was taught da go

Spitting beats in Beverly
Rolling up, a big man thing
Side bitch is calling me
She wants the naughty thing
While she gives, I feel relief
Feeling

What’s the chance that you make it big
What’s that chance that you do a bid
What’s the chance of you being a better father than yours was to ya kid

Man what niggas keep talking bout
(Fly Melodies)
I don't know what they talking bout
Man fuck what they talking bout
I'm big bank you lil bank it

nigga but they seem to forgot
Bad hoe, she the cream of the crop
Big guns with the beam and the dot
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as fuck, I

the thug show
Westcoast blowin dro
Big smokin like a gun hoe
It's Dee Lokzta and Thick Smoke
Trying stack nuthin but some hundos
And get rich lok I'm talking

yeah)
Just rodeo
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Just rodeo
(Yeah yeah yeah)

Yeah i got big guns
And if you wanna test me i got big drums
I remember times when we ain't

Got it all on me and I don't need guns and I don't need blicks
Got the bros by my side fucking them chicks no we don't sell no bricks
Got the whip on go

I done finessed I done, hopped out on the crest 
Swingin, thru niccas upset 
Wrist, cotton candy sunset
Brodie got big kush on deck 
I blew an eighth