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Who Did You Expect

The LOX

Backstage: A Hard Knock Life [Clean]

1999

to kill you 'cause of what they think you got
And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you shot
Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip
In

To the sounds of the underground
Move in tight
I take you on the run around
Being chased around
Stop to kiss you
On the higher ground
Looking down

Hello everyone
Put down the guns

As you notice by now your mind give birth to the illusion
That there a way out with the way we play the game

McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
Doctor said, "McKinley, death is on the wall
Say it to me, if you got something to confess"
I heard all about

Reverse

Redman

Forever [Clean]

1999

my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
Yo, I'm

of death!
 
kneel down,
before i take u to hell, fall.
kneel down,
before i take u to hell

I born to hate, 
born to kill,
you born to dead by my hands, I

written 
Imma make it to the top (the prophecy) 

Fucking with me is a death sentence 
Cus you can get popped (gun sound)

Some of y’all in a mental prison

Orion's starry belt I glorify
The twinkle in my eyes dying wrinkles
In the sky forehead crinkles standing by switching like a Gemini
Ruby lips kiss the mask

The curtains climb to the ceiling, and the lights dim
All eyes on the miles of the shoes I tried to walk in
Maybe once too often, stalked by bitter

Radio Silence

Talib Kweli

Radio Silence [LP]

2017

rollin'
You could picture me holdin'
You could never picture me foldin'
Refuse to beholden to your racist image of a Black man
Kiss my entire colon

Bangin'

Master P

Master P Presents...West Coast Bad Boyz II

1997

regulate the turf I stomp on 

Everytime I see some I grabs me gun 

Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from 

Boom boom bang on I bust back,

Kiss Your Ass Goodbye [Remix]

Funkmaster Flex

Funkmaster Flex Car Show Tour

2005

Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)

[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,

El Paso

Jim Ed Brown

Country's Best on Record

1968

kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for one little kiss then Feleena goodbye

If you want some you can get some
We can do it with the small or the big guns
Bout Whatever and whenever you
Want to do with this war shit we used

make the omens, get the gun
Watch the mortals blow they brains out
That was fun

That's why you grab one right
By the dream space
Make one scream until

morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin')
Seen a fiend from 2005, said she still high
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, I was still fly

the Face
Tell Death
The Devil said Hello

I'll shoot up the school
Worse than sandy hook
I'll be feared more than
Autistic kids have ever feared Books

I'm dead
When they not looking Ima cut off they head
I'm the grim reaper with seven new features
I mean seven guns to kill sinning creatures
Let's get

ignorant when you chirpin'
(Huh?) pull up on your block and
Then I motherfuckin' burn it (Huh huh)
Rest in, peace they c'est la, vie
I like death, cause I

Bound by chains of fear and lust
She feeds upon your pain

Rising paranoia
Now your thoughts are not your own
Silently you raise the gun
Dark voices call

Why do we get judged by the color of our skin
Black, White, and Brown, but we All American
They want us divided that's the
Only way they win i just

to get money by Any Given Means
All about dollars call her amazing
Be on the Block I'm willing to do that
Bringing them guns I'm willing to shoot that

Keep a ray-gun my purse
Got a feature from Nevada
And an adlibs done by Gur
In London, winter coats
On the neck is fur
Boots to match, hangin' with

to your love
I'm about to OD
Like my gun
Gotta keep you close to me
Girl, would you ride for me? 
Girl, would you ride for a g? 
(Ride For A G) 

Ride for