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name names, I don't play games, I just aim, spray, and throw out the gun
The rappers who hate act like family now, they tryna jack my style like some

Two Words

The Boys Choir of Harlem

Through the Wire

2003

'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody move
Two words, BK, NY, Bed-Stuy
Two harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why
These

machine gun who, fuck with me
I'ma show you what a machine gun do
And if I decide to let a machine gun loose
You better pray to the Lord your machine gun

Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines

My Soul [Amended LP Version; Version]

Coolio

My Soul [Clean]

1997

thieves jumpin' out of white Hummer
From Compton (Wooh-wooh-wooh), while your crew get dumb and dumber
Grew up straight out of low cash like CB fo'
Now I

No coffee in the AM yea I only sip Jack
She likes to lick the cocaine off my mustache
White girl with the sun tan, drink out the bottle rug rat
I

nach sich zieht wie meine Stoßstange des Jeeps

21 Gramm
White-Powder-Hills machen reich auf der Bank
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Egal, wer vor

My Soul

Coolio

My Soul

1997

on
And the only thing on your mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine thieves jumpin' out of white Hummer
From Compton (Wooh-wooh-wooh),

like Jack Grealish
Ride to the end give it up if you squeamish
Always see you with the white towel, Val Venus
Drive by done in foreign all you see is

the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada

bout cocks
I can’t even stop, gimme’ some more more
Doin’ boner rails all night
Who got the white? Wroetoshaw
And by white, we talkin’ bout dib dab

there
Doing their thing man, keep grinding
Let's get it once again
It is your favorite white boy rapper
I am Machine Gun Kelly bitch
Ah-Hahaha, I be

11:35

Mr. Lif

Bazooka Tooth

2003

Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up

Leaves homonationalist white kids attached to bullshit
These catholic rap men will not tolerate wack kids
If you don't worship tupac you get a tuton

making sense
Ah ah ah ah
Little man with a big mouth
Train him, give him a big gun
Dosed up to do some power tripping
There ain't no justice, white judge

Beats by Happ G, gritty grimy out the SP
That's the south side of Philly and the drum machine
I'm hungry for the money just like a numbers fiend
The buck

Now they sayin' aye look
We needa talk
Yeah Nah
When feds wanna take out the tape
And press record
Yeah Nah
Machine on a opp fill him up bra
Friends

challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're

Bad man I'am not owned by no white man 
Bad man dressed in all black like I’m batman
Whipping da white like I’m tryna get payback 
For what the white

man, fuck that
That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (yeah)
Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox

Farewell Angelina

Bobby Bare

Darker Than Light

2012

the same
Just a table that's empty by the edge of the sea
Farewell, Angelina the sky is trembling, and I must leave

The Jacks and the queens have

runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
new jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
lookin gay

of a little Italian farm. Which, just for a day, found itself in the front line. At that moment it was simply point 098524, where two German machine guns had

Black Widow

Kool G Rap

The Giancana Story

2002

the dough, the black widow

Yo, she was a tight bird, female version of Iceberg
To put in the right words
Played the right curves, beige and white birds