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3 Kings [Double Remix]

Scarface

Live from the Gridiron

2005

(too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them

Simmons Incorporated

Run-D.M.C.

Crown Royal [Clean]

1999

deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware

Got 'em same niggas who be running in the block
I won't tell my story if you know you gon pop
I know a lot of h**s who gon pop when I drop
I ain't

got me a beat, repeat & I got it bodied
Best believe it boy!
I just wanna flex
On a bitch
Tell 'em tell all that I'ma dick
I just wanna flex
Throw a hex

finna tell you bout my life right now
cll 'em pussy niggas must go right now
cll you snitching niggas must go right now
I jus want my day 1's near by

All about his bag, with money he don’t play

I like a cute face, strong arm on my man
Slim waist, long arm in the pants
Good taste, you can tell by

Hollows in this clip, boy don't play wit' me
We gon slide, by any means
Walk in the spot snuck in wit' Berettas
They take advantage as long as u let em

She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my

here, boy, how about some ale?

Let me have another, laddie! (Tell me, are they flavorsome?)

Right away (they are)

Could we have some service over

chips you can tell em to dash; Gone tell a hater dip like this
Take your 2 feet you can walk wit it; Move it to the East then you walk wit it
Fly it out

Like Baby

Jacquees

Like Baby

Did everything that I had to do to make it by
Did everything on my own and now that boy so fly
They can't see what I'm doing they tryna ask me why

when you can, fight ready like Liu Kang
Suited up just to run the race
So if they block your lane tell em shoo mayne
I be on my shoe game, pick me up

now (I rock Gucci now)
Gucci by the pound

I got Gucci on my coochie (Gucci)
All these niggas wanna do me (do me)
Any nigga that you ask
they gon tell

Now

Negativland

Guns

1992

!!!)
Something is wrong here, something is terribly wrong (RUN, BOY!!!)
Something is terribly wrong
Stand by...
Something is terribly wrong
(RUUUUNNN!!!!) Just

I make 'em bounce
I make 'em bounce
I make 'em bounce
I make 'em bounce

Look
Why do I gotta repeat myself?
They all want me to defeat myself
Guess

on the trigger
Bitch, imma king, don't get pop like it's thriller
They saw the drip and thought I was uh' fish
Bitch, imma shark, boy get bit in the lip
Tell yo

The Bluegrass Widow

Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

The Live Album

1988

the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By

Pick apart the carcass and the pussy's like petals
Tell em motherfukers i am on the level
Tryna never dwell upon the previously dealt i gotta settle
For

Who Gives A... Where You From

Three 6 Mafia

Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain from the Game

2004

I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound

I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make

Distorted by clout,
Horseman stood on the cloud,

Full screen disorder,
We reek,

Black boy kill black boy,
Or black boy get killed by police,

Black boy rap

or the streets
Fullerton trails to the Beach
Boy what you wanna do?
Get a few freaks down Beach?
Tell em don’t dirty my seats, now
NOS tanks filling up, nicotine

right by the oh, oh

Tell me what you know (tell me what you know), huh
I can get this bam by different flows (by different flows, whoa), yeah
I can

BLWYRMND

This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip with the clip
Make you bye bye
Roll the windows up, hotbox, smokin' la

Asap, ch ching, and this is for my niggas
High
Who be fucking with them bitches for real
Wha?

I say fuck 'em dog, fuck 'em dog
Cause I don’t need