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the rips in 'em
Gen 5 Glocks, extended clips
Shit'll get ignant
"Rio, why your pop look like that?"
It's a six in it don't be steppin' 'round my
Kitchen by

Flatbed Freestyle

Playboi Carti

Die Lit

2018

look for me in you
I got drip all in this walk
I got cash, I let it walk
I done did it by myself
Earning check just by myself
I switch down

I Stand Accused

Public Enemy

Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age

1994

the crowd fallin' vic
To old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn't your cousin
Wed leave em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out
Half pint forty ounce

Taking forever to leave like the EU
Can't get a Jäger Bomb, used to get two
Lads on the 9 to 5 need to let loose
Half 2, we bust out the best moves
We show

makin' sure the tramp trap right 
Double M, went and got it stamped twice 
Get one of them peons that he with, you get half price, half pint 
Come through,

I'm rhyming it
Several labels itching to sign with it
Let's check the women I'm bringing
In with these ill synonyms
Softly killing 'em
In other words

from the rear
Sound out when it go in your ribs
I'ma be gentle, let's go in the mirror
Flippin' you over, we listenin'
Strokin' your ankle
I'm holdin'

thousand
Hundred-thousand dollar crib
I'm finna grow out it
They fuck around and had to close Saks
We bought the store out
Half-off sale on the zips today
We

Yeah
Huh, huh
Run that back, Turbo
Yeah

We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war
Sippin' that syrup out the pint, oh
I got blue cheese

nice, it feels like you need it
And back out on the road is where we like to be seated
We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style
We got half-pint

Check It Out

Bobby Womack

Lookin' for a Love: The Best of Bobby Womack (1968-1975)

1994

mail in my momma backyard 
 Steeady poppin' chyme to correctional guards 
 They fucks wit my crew 'cause they claim that we be trouble 
 Them niggaz

B-B-Big Los on the track, boy

Ballin', ballin' now
My team be ballin' out
Stuntin', stuntin' now, Buffet Boys, bitch
We stuntin' out
Drank a pint

I would rather be sloppy drunk, than anything I know
I would rather be sloppy drunk, than anything I know
Give me another half a pint, boy, then you

Check It Out

B-Legit

Sick Wid It's Greatest Hits

1999

guards 

They fucks wit my crew 'cause they claim that we be trouble 

Them niggaz from the V to the H-I Double 

I'm tryin to get this party tonight

I'ma go to the yo, pour me up a pint
I'ma shit on these niggas and let 'em hate
Now this bitch wanna call, I'ma let her wait
Niggas want me to fall,

When the Old Dun Cow caught fire 

Just then there came an awful crash, Half the bloody roof gave way, 
We were almost drowned by the fireman's hose, oh

Bought a pint for 80 sold it for 160 get it by the case nigga do the math
Feeling like I'm dej let a nigga tryna me Smoking on exotic opp 6lunts

done geeked it up let's go

For them bands, running man
Sticked up like stick clan
I'm the right man, nigga, but the wrong plan
Spent a half day sleep

You see the rich have got nutty bombs inside the sky 
And at the touch of the red button we'll be fucking fried 
So just keep topping up my pint mate

only sell you half
You're off the grid now, fell off the graph
Writin' white lies we're silly cunts readin' blackMail
If you can't see the truth, you

only sell you half
You're off the grid now, fell off the graph
Writin' white lies we're silly cunts readin' blackMail
If you can't see the truth, you

only sell you half
You're off the grid now, fell off the graph
Writin' white lies we're silly cunts readin' blackMail
If you can't see the truth, you

Burn One Freestyle

Gucci Mane

Chicken Talk

2008

one, be-be-burn one
Get a half a pound of bubba kush and just burn one
Get a pint and da purp mix it wit it burn one
Call it burple call it purple bubba

swear it's off with your head 
'Cus tonight I'll be taking aim (blow!)
[Chorus: Marcus Charles] 
Ain't no half stepping' when we toe tap 
I need to catch