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DT's be kicking not ringing the door bell
They want a young nigga just sitting in four L's
Hunted down by racist cops work for the Klan
So I shouldn't

surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns
Lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans

Live by the Number and die by the gun
Kill or be killed
Survival of the fittest, pull the trigger the quickest
Kill or be killed
When it’s dog eat dog

in the middle of harms way
Where all of the guns play
No father home, affects the Feng Shui
The pastor prays for Harambe
Before every urbanite is

but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready hey are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out

all you have are longshots
Everything starts to look like a gun

And maybe you're no good for me
But I'm no good for anyone, anyone

I dig my shallow

I'm not alone, I have a team
We fight for a world where we belong
We won't stop until we win
We are heroes, we believe in our dreams ooh-yeah

I'm

Zodiaccupuncture

Aesop Rock

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

2005

with a mascot of radical mass. Megaphone fuzz and a woofer on fritz. We are not trained to diver the crash. But march face first with a prayer for

a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for

Take What's Yours

DMX

Harlem World [Clean]

1997

And I'ma bring this nigga Puff mad more C.R.E.A.M. 
With hooks galore, leave this city shook for short 
And I'ma take 'em back where Biggie took 'em before

Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in

In a world where dreams are shattered and battles are won
I'm locked and loaded, ready to run (run)
With my guns by my side, I'm bulletbound
In this

it should be illegal by the
Way that we get the victory
Everything is shiny and chrome
You are gonna witness me (hey yo)
Why they standing around in

a body for a body
I think I want to hurt somebody
Me and my city swimming in denial
Watching bodies pile, faux necrophiles
I'm haunted by the ghosts

Tear It Up

B.G.

How You Luv That?

1998

Wayne]
y'all niggas ain't ready for us 
Get your guns up 
We come and tear it up (what)
y'all niggas ain't ready for us 
Get your guns up 
We come

and crime are on the spot
Better rates for television and more blood to make it hot

I heard a gun shot another kid cut down the street
In the name

need for a mask for us to hide behind
Everybody's got something to say and our minds are a loaded gun
(Minds are a loaded gun)
Cos everybody's got shit

are gangsters, this game no rules, I kidnap your daughter for ransom, I had a gun in St Pancras, shorter got life it was random.

Oi look at him shooter

about it maybe she’d be around
But you get a gun in twenty minutes in this town

I was held up on a train by a kid about fourteen
Ochre-brown

Trans Girls Need Guns!
Trans Girls Need Guns!
Burn the cis at the stake if they try and stab a stake through you
Get an extra piece for an enby & a trans

K.O.A.X, nigga
What's up
We are G.O.A.N.T
Bugatti fuckin' Haze, nigga

Got red tape, no ghostwriter
I'm right back, cause I'm back on the scene,