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Jerk off while I'm playin' Nintendo Choppa hit you in the fuckin' left node
I'm bouta come, I'm bouta explode Caught a bomb threat, now I gotta fuckin'

That bitch ain't love me
I thought I loved her
That bitch was for da streets
I left her by da curb
I was gone wife her
Ew yea that was absurd
Shoulda

Forgot About Me

Scarface

Emeritus [Clean]

2008

And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne

It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,

the ones that's the real threat

They say I got the bomb like Saddam Hussein
That eye trying to maintain the stress on my brain
Police always think we trying

Whipping that Chico, yelling free Chico
Got my lil nigga he straight from the bottom
The bottom, got hit with the Rico
I keep a tool when I ride through

switches

When I'm in the city, I'm handling  business What you mean, Threat
I'm pullin ' up on these niggas by gettin' wet Jump out game, we hit your neck

my neck
I'm talking heat like Elijah, fire flyer than jets
I got em weak, got em hurting, lurking, they ain't a threat
And though I walk through

strugglin'
Yeah they all set

I got racks too
Bad bitches said she wanna be my lil boo
I might flip that bitch on
My trip by your crew
Ive been on the boat,

Usin' that lil' bitch to get in, I'm tryna split his wig
He the one took my dog, can't wait to hit him with this SIG (pussy)
Nigga play with co, I

holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit

get so bright I need a lil me time
Yea I'm a fucking pimp you should know this
And notice that when the weather switch I start to focus
My hope is that

B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done

Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I

on
And lounge wit ya sounds on, get thous on

The streets is filled with war and heat
I pray to you until my day of defeat
Mr papa lil soldier woah, why, no

Heartbeat Props

Digital Underground

Sons of the P

1991

go on, it's time to drop a few bombs
(Get busy, G, go on and take ?em to school)
Yeah, it's time spread the jewels
I ask you about Malcolm and you

control that
I was driving that lil whip like it was foreign had to upgrade now
My name changed Mr. Hellcat
Bitch we known to get at niggas
Keep a low

Shake My

Three 6 Mafia

Shake My

2009

Meanwhile I'm shakin' makin' 'em sing sing
With the bang with the bomb, with the bomb 

I'm all up in the club 
Fresh em off the trout 
Snatching up town

Call me Mr. did it already
That designer they be rocking
I been in it already
That lil’ nat these niggas cuffing
I dun hit her already
Know they

I need everybody out
Bomb threat
Boom
Yeah
Danny
I need everybody out like a bomb threat
Say he bouta blow, it ain't his time yet
Never could be

Come Gangsta

Tech N9ne

Everready [FYE Exclusive]

2006

scare, lil' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
With red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangsta)
Messy Mob and Colion is a (Gangsta)
But

stratosphere world report


Mr. Kevork/ Mr. Can Walk/ Mr. Can Talk/ Mr. In here to take no shorts/ guess what I'm feeling numb/ so it's no surprise I never feel

that ass looking just like the
Spook that sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is
"I don't give a fuck"
I'm a Panther,

Oodles O' Noodles Babies

Meek Mill

Oodles O' Noodles Babies

shootin' us
I'm on my mom's steps, it's like a bomb threat
The violence pursuing us, I ain't meet God yet
'Cause I'm on the block where
It's just me

I ain't fucking on these bitches if they at me
Only fucking bad bitches taking plan b
Need a real down bitch real nasty
Lil bad Spanish bitch call me

fresh, I'm on my Mr. Clean (Yeah)
I'm straight up outta city where you'll get smoked like some nicotine (South Brooklyn)
Rest in peace to Black Rob, this