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you ask around they say David Js the greatest you can
Catch me in the city ain't nobody fuckin with me got a
Girl on my side and she lookin super pretty

Nigga I’m a rockstar
No I’m not a pop star
I’m just fuckin’ ‘round like if I was a pornstar
Did it by my lonely
I ain’t need no homies
I’m just going

(Gang)
Who gettin' topped by a freak? (Gang, gang)
Who the real niggas we losin'? (Gang)
Who slide with me, cruisin'? (Gang, gang)
If you can't stand

another fuckin' day feelin' paranoid
Tell my mom I got a job but I'm sellin' boy
I need the big bad Brabus with the roof rack
I need the big bad Brabus with

I got your bitch and I’ma fuckin' pipe her
Killin' in COD with my fat fucking sniper
Do you like Dream? Bitch, wear a diaper
Kicking balls in Mario

the music loud they fuckin with my bounce
Bounce wit it bounce wit it bounce wit it bounce
Bounce bounce
Bounce wit it bounce wit it bounce wit it bounce

throw-away rap
Yeah, haha, you know that shit is a fact
You can't fuck with this or anyone who's puttin' their soul
In every fuckin' sentence as each story

two

Hop out blam' bitch, I'ma face shot his ass
Different colored beams in his hoe like a nigga playin' fuckin' laser tag
NoTrace' shit bustin' with

pro-life
Keep actin' stupid I'ma stab you
With my girl's knife
I'm not a coward punk I'll
Walk into your livin' room
Change the channel
And make you watch

Drama

Ice-T

Power

1988

Fuckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights

Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama

I copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less
I keep a bank for that don't know about

Money on the Couch

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

to the coroner,
I'm sure he would have gone before the judge
With somethin' concrete, to send me, 'cause
He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug,
Told my

And take my whole crew to stunt with me
And I ain't even trying to sound witty
Hang a Flav size Rollie on my next so the whole world can fuckin' see it's my

Had to Be Loc'd

South Central Cartel

N Gatz We Truss

1994

takin shit to the climax
A muthafuckin G I'm puttin suckas on they back
I'm back with the burnin sensation to infliction
jam my fuckin brick up your ass

Don Trudy
I wanna cool down
With my new, new nigga
Everywhere I go
People shoutin' Shakson
I don't know why
They feel so touched
I'm a fuckin' nigga
I'm

Sweet Robbery

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez [Hypnotize Minds]

1995

on when you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart 
You gonna meet this sick killah don't step
Better watch

to me when we fuckin' (talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (bling)
Big Glock on my hip, I'm clutchin' (let's go)
Get lost on a bitch, ain't

where we can afford to live 

Well I sit out on my front porch step, watch the gangsters selling crack
And I call the cops when a girl walks by and they

SB dunks, five seven five jeans
5000 dollars on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wilin' man, I'm a island man
There ain't nothin' else by me, man (Ha,

was with us like we should be with us
We coulda had the race problem wiped out by dinner
Economy says we the biggest fuckin spenders
But we tryna

Chicago

The Tossers

Purgatory

2003

Chicago, is where we can afford to live

Well I sit out on my front porch step, watch the gangsters selling crack
And I call the cops when a girl walks by

Graveyard Chamber

Gravediggaz

6 Feet Deep

1994

York fuckin City
I been down since BVDs and dew rags
shelltops and shags
I was a little badass with regular and tre bags
Always tryin to get shit I

the neighbors hear your voice
You fuckin' with a brokie come & cry inside the Royce
You ain't used to this so baby take your time
But I should let you know that

Rollin tha mode of ya mind
With 2 jitsu stabs
Soul stolen by a bind
Cheeks finna clap
Get bowled into prone bone
Pro bono
Knocked off straight
Como, fuck

fuckin' rockets
Sitting up there on their thrones
Figurin' what crumbs to throw
Weighin' all the pros and cons
Calculate, like what's the cost
Drivin' with