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Gangsta Shit [RMX]

50 Cent

Bulletproof, Vol. 4

2008

You think you a killer but we gon' just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato on the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John

what I am cuz I act just like my daddy
Part of me is scared for the day that I get married
My happiness is king over everything we built
Brick by

by chance
Saying it's luck but it's planned
Oh, Damn
Oh, Damn
Oh, Damn
I did it again
Oh, Damn
Oh, Damn
Oh, Damn
Oh Damn, yeah
Do what I want when I

The Daily Blues

John Kay

Rise & Shine

1990

Words and music by John Kay, Rocket Ritchotte and Michael Wilk

Hey baby, you and I should get together
Hey, baby, come on girl, let's get away
Just

the pack, John Wall
Got some fuck niggas wanna see me fall
Ima kill him and everybody else involved
To him I'm a beast but to her Im a dog
I like my bitch

the fuck

Cant go a day without turning it up
Just grabbed me a pack
Now im burning it up

Just got me some me racks
Now she earnin em up
My opps inna pot

hit them high notes
No disrespect, I'm just a nut
Tryin' to get some cash
You's another nigga in my way
Tryin' to get some scratch
I'm tryin' to get

Flow Easy

Bumpy Knuckles

You Can't See Me

2005

Yo, listen
For the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listen

I embarrass MC's who touch the mic with me
That's why they never holla when it's

N 2 Gether Now

David Davidson

The String Quartet Tribute to Limp Bizkit: Break Stuff

2004

John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,

Green and Gold

Eminem

Green and Gold

1998

the edge
To do some shit like that?
The green and gold

I done filled my lungs up with so much of this crack smoke
My neck's bloated, my TEC's loaded,

I'm Doin' My Best

Gary Allan

Alright Guy

2001

ain't best friends no more
Just my luck a cop came by
Who I beat up in junior high
He said I better have a good excuse

I said I'm doin' my best

Champion

Nas

Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded

2012

like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, a champion

What up Nicki? it's nasty yeah yeah yeah
I saw my first two million

can't seem to let go

Wouldn't know what it feels like
Tryna get on my good side
Wouldn't wanna know which life you're on

Only with my luck
Of course you

Today the sun shines bright
I couldn't sleep from a restless
Car took a spill on ole Gift Hill
No money, no luck, no worries still
My buddy Mark,

getting by
Yeah I was getting high
It expanded my mind
While I explored in rewind
Reminiscing of revels
Levels leaped and lessons learned
Fascinations

hair
Reginald VelJohnson just a shout away
Two sitcom stars without a care
I made my way past exchanging hellos with both
Then I made my way down

smutt
I just bought her butt (so what?)
I rub that thing for luck 
She just wanna fuck (oh yah)
cnd she brought her cuffs 
She don't say too much (why?)

Bad little mama
Hold on wait before you walk by
I just tryna take you on
A date and give you spot light

Shawty let's go slide
To Benihana or carabas

weed
Now I jump in the beemer like Jimmy Schnook
I'm a crook, never play by the book
You can tell by my look
Damn it's been a short time comin'
But you

the real me
Ain't felt free just guilty
My favourite habits might kill me
On this guilt trip I'm riding
My conscience slipping and sliding
Most these niggas

Tryna run this money up with only me and you and my niggas
Been tryna level up, but day by day this shit gettin' realer
Just lost my brothers

my pocket, I just can't pick up

"Is that right?" "Sounds wrong."
Give it everything I got to ground my Qanon Mom
Memories of Elton John
Now I'm trying

Swear all them times I fuck myself feel like I'm masturbating

And my bitch slime just like Cleo
Got a lil' money but I need more
Chasin' this love,

hoped by letting you in, you’d never want to be me
But that was just naïve, caught me crushing coke on a CD
I had just started high school, and it only