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Starin' Through My Rear View

2Pac

Gang Related [Original Soundtrack]

1997

a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit's

to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil

gun wit em 
Fuck it we gon set this bitch off bitch I’m done wit em just run wit em
I’m finna pull up in a drop top 
Let off a couple shots n get

Ballin' Is a Habit

Paul Wall

Grown Man Style

2004

7-45's, that was cool last year
But I'm V-12 in a 7-60, Kenyon passing me beer
I step in the club cameras flashing, girls want to take my pic
Which girls

Bad lil bitch on my dick
Walk in 7-inch stick
Walked in lookin' like a lick
Hot boy nickname Bic
These hoes wanna take pics
Niggas mad I’m with they

of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when

and an AR bout to buy two mo
I been pulling cards all day
This feel like Uno
Working on that tab seven months He too broke
I been on that opp pack for years

belly

Long live Jawan, it's been seven years
They hit him with a semi, couldn't make it to his seventh-year
Bearden middle, we was in the seat like

Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like

Every time I walk in the stew, you know I piss on her
Me and veggie boy, yeah, you know we shit on her
My bitch a baddie, you know that I'm

(Floaty)

786 58 shit, nigga

Take a nigga gun off his hip
I ain't never gave no nigga, no pass in my life
I heard a nigga dissing on the gram
I'm

the officer
(C)
Cornelius Brown, cops chose to kill
They shot him seven times, he was mentally ill
(D)
Dominic Fuller was murdered, it gets stranger
They

I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

DJ Quik

Street Vibes, Vol. 7

2001

years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald, but your legs are hairy
I don't want to party wit' you, hmm, hell naw
You need to put some lotion

[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your

bread ya fake
You know steezo putting money on shit all year
Got the cake so i played it safe
Anyways gang told me to just focus on rap cause they know

but im a go get mine 
We both got a gun but im really gone click mine
I aint Kevin Gates but bitch ion get tired  
I still got a big mac for all

room for fakes
Rule number one get you a gun
Then start scoring bro go on a run
Thirty to seven we already won
But they keep woofing so we gotta show

as I pulled out, mane, that thing was still open
Waffle house style, twenty-fo' seven-
Okay, okay, okay

This liquor that's in my system got me

Hopeless

Trick Daddy

One Million Strong, Vol. 2: Love Peace & War

2005

ya eyes to 
What's the fucks that's goings on 
Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't

a problem? Do we have a problem? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like Loc Dog match the gun with my shoes
Bitch, I'm obnoxious (obnoxious)
.556, 7.62's (grrah),

A nigga ain't had to tell me shit, knew to get off my ass and get it
Up on that block, I'm security, one year later, I'ma up a million
She started

sincere 'cause I'm hype
Got a ghetto Naomi Campbell, designer with the Nikes
I'm the one talkin' spice, twelve year old killers
With the guns

keep Will alive
Could never be jealous, you got a bitch who be embarrassed
By the fact that you was broke
And because you finally got a job
Worry bout'

The year 2029 is gon' be the apocalypse caused by the Apophis - ME
I got it lock and key
Tell the labels we 'bout to go on a shoppin spree
And if y'all don't