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to lose as I let the blood ooze if they catch me they will only catch a corpse
Searching for the safe but there's no such place it's a state of mind find it

day day doo
Doo do doo
Yeah tracing back down to your roots
Rooting back down to your roots yeah
Hearing the toots
Toots of the brass
To get you off

Drive-By

Future

Canal Street Confidential

2015

drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
My style line is makin' me money
Hey, why, oh, why? Oh, why, already?
Gotta let 'em know, let 'em know

jams
Blowin' the tweeters
Rugged raps with a DJ cut in the meetings

G-G-Get 'em!
Let me give you facts, before CashApp
I was frontin' niggas workin'

own man not even cold as me (let's go)
Every time I have a show, gotta sell it out 'fore I go to sleep (sleep, whoa)

We got some new bands
We got

let's go live
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out

CHOSEN ONE out a million

Foldin on paper might stress me
If I ain got backup plans
Bet you ain't wiling to bet me 
I blow up & get tha bands

I'm doin tha

Everybody behind Soulo and they backin' up
I just threw my two-step, let her back it up
Go on, back it up! Go on, back it up!
You dry-snitchin', I'm

on the battlefront
Everybody behind Soulo and they backin' up
I just threw my two-step, let her back it up
Go on back it up, go on back it up
You dry snitchin',

(Let's Go)
Here's your chance to take yo mans before i pop em like a xan
He a fan book a fight i land no one understands
Stacking bandz  like to see

Fuck these lame niggas in my city
If any nigga got a problem, tell'em come and get me
It's Mr. Benton say "good morning" to the bad guy
I'm enjoyin'

in my pocket, battle of the bands

Every day I wake up, I get dead fresh
Every day I wake up and go get a check
I'm Hoodrich, bitch, I got chains on my

on pizza
White girl, Ricki Lake, Mona Lisa
Nigga go and get your people then
Ain't nothing, ain't tripping
We can spend a band
Yeah, niggas getting crossed

Get 'Em

Redman

Red Gone Wild: Thee Album

2007

'EM!
When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM!
(Fuck the club, man!)
(I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!)

[Verse 2: Saukrates (Redman)]
Saukrates, all action,

bands I need bands fuck a bitch I'm tryna get rich
Trap I need sticks
Put 400 on my bitch
AMG for the whip
Can't be chasing not no bitch
Pop a perc let's

playin with em
Girl you know I got bands, get them bands, put them bands on your man I ain't playin with em
Take my hands, put 'em all on your body, let

Here Come the Lords

Lords of the Underground

Here Come the Lords

1993

yell it loud, let me hear it from a crowd
I packs em, _In the Closet_ like Michael Jackson
And love to hear the girls go OOH when I'm rockin
So catch it,

on the devil
I'm hearing a voice tell me neva
Neva stop seeking for better
Wisdom, no don't ever let up
If you fall better make sure you get up
And yes I do

putting punk's heads out
Doors is shut,there's no chance to get out
I got the motherfucking side with bi clocks
Raise the auto-loader and let off

goodbye, three lives for the crimes

Open up my kit, get the shrapnel metal shavings
It's a handmade grenade, ain't no point in tryna save 'em
Look

Sippin' on gin, reminiscing all night
Blowin' them bands by the day, baby
I just bought me a new K, baby
Let 'em know I'll spray, baby
Let 'em know I

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

to you and yours
My name is Ad-Rock, I'm from the B-boys
I go by the sign of, umm Scorpio
You know I rock ya' body in stere-ereo
Been down with

you can get her back
Wifing hoes, yea you into that
I ain't got time for love
Only got time for dubs
Fifties and hunnids
Making em rain by the dozen