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I step on your bullshit
Unloading a full clip
The fuck do you want trick
I'm not into magic
Yet scoring like magic
You more like a maggot
I'll open

yeah, we isis
I ain't comin' out unless I'm toting on a rifle
Stackin' up the bricks make it taller than the Eiffel
We gon' get this bread, then we spend

The last thing that I saw
Was somebody on the tv screen
Saying that my death was a hoax
A political strategy 

I'm one of the hundred
Hundred thousand dead

I'm
No disciple but I got a
Rifle pull from the hip if you
Think I'm gone fight you
No I’m not scary and willing to fight
Lustin for blood and I need
It

Termanology
Psycho Les on the beat
Beatnuts
ShowOff ST dot
Baby

I'm Mayweather, Pacquiao, and Tyson in one
I'm the triflest one, aiming the rifle

mind)
Find the knowledge like steez with the tactics on survival
I don’t wanna die so I’m putting down my rifle
Imma speak still
Cos I have the fucking

while I rifle some fives
People starting to crowd and I'm getting side-eye
So I bounce see you later goodbye

My car's old as shit and it's ready to quit

tryna fight the Devil and he had me stifled
But now I’m holding on a rifle tryna tap his eyelid
And I know your homie lying but I keep it solid
You can’t

at a lake
Holdup holdup bitch wait
I spit in haiku
I might pull up in a coup
Bitch I don't like you
I hit a loopity loop
I'm so versatile
Yeah I keep my rifle

It's arranged? I'm good!
Going through this phase
Of change is so good
And I bet your stuck
You won't exchange in the hood
I'm precise when I aim

but now you just my rival
You coming at me with a gun, I'm staring down a rifle
You had me thinking you the one but now we're sitting idle
Smack me in

man
Man, y'all ain't even know

Feelin' kinda spiteful, Joey badass, yeah, I idle
Only way I close one eye is when I'm scopin' down a rifle
Six foot

myself
Both eyes open from that yield sign till you bust that left
Them hitters watch from down the road looking to pay they debt
I'm buying vests

puss!
I got on camoflauge, lookin' for the bush
They say I'm trifle
'cause I wanna spit my rifle
All up beside you 'cause I can't hold it in
I wanna stick

Out they Chanel trench coats
Bitch, I rep Atlanta like I'm
Arthur Blank's assault rifles
Look just like them shit's that
They shoot off of tanks
As we

Immer in der Hood am grinden
Ticke die Scheine
Ticke die Teile, rippe die Feinde
Kille alle Banger im Ghetto mit ner Rifle
M4A1, das ist kein

I might seem sad but I'm chillin'
Yeah my girl bad like a villain
Speaker so loud
The rooms got cracks in the ceiling
Ask how I'm doing
You know ima

Over Here Hustlin'

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son

2006

hustlin', we over here grindin' (well, tell 'em I say fuck 'em)
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
We over here hustlin', we

Tweakin'

Vince Staples

FM!

2018

of something I was leaving
Tryna find my piece of mind, it's litting

I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
I'm

all black got me feeling like I'm Huey
Standing on the steps, real life, the same as horror movies
The black man; must die first or die worst
My curse,

I'm sorry that it's hard to love me
I'm sorry that it's hard to trust me
I'm sorry that you love to fuck me
I'm sorry that I love this money
I'm

Sharp Shooters

Talib Kweli

Lyricist Lounge, Vol. 2

2000

Everything is politics, Kweli, people army, you know it
(M-1)
The white man came to Africa with rifles and Bibles
Heard the name, started changin

a jet, ooh, like I got wings
Nigga, I'm balling, I play for the team, uh

Who wanna bet? (Ooh) uh, baby say less (skrrt)
Back in with cream, uh, I need

Hood

Desiigner

L.O.D.

2018

rattle (tsst, tsst)
And I don't like you
I just start to start to moonwalk
Just like I'm Michael
And I live my life right
Like a motorcycle
And I