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Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it

fish I prayed to the Gods
And it rained on us Lunch
Dame's wanna bang on the bus now
Beauty gave me brains till I bust

But I'm feelin way out of touch

I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang-bang, boogie, say up jump the boogie

Don't Think I Don't Love You

George Jones

I'm a People

1966

love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them

And the lie they told us old
They base it on your race
They separate: you black, you brown
You yellow and white face
Then we further separate by
Joining gangs

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash

The Best of Sugar Hill Records

1998

But I'm down by law and I know my way around

Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha) 
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!

A castle

The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled

know, that's just how I used to fuck
With the big old butt
You think I ain't know? You
Ain't had to tell me, cuz
I appreaciate the love
But you know how

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash

The Greatest Hits [Sequel]

2000

But I'm down by law and I know my way around

Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha) 
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!

A castle

Real niggas do real things
(Produced by yours truly)
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come

After the party, it's the Waffle House (yeah, uh-huh)
If you ever been here, you know what I'm talkin about (yeah, uh-huh)
Where people don't

you shot up  (Shot up, shot up, shot up)
I got two shooters they gone pop up (pop up, shoot)
I️ herd you talking like you big man
(Bow, bang, bang, bow,

for Jo, and for Tobi, and Z
They my people for life even if We ain't speaking
They steady be talking I don't wanna listen
Big homie got bodies ain't

My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines (talk to 'em)
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make

Bang Loose

WC

Ghetto Heisman

2002

Do the damn thing
My niggaz bang loose

Timmmber
Hawk it's the big hawk
Ready to chalk
With the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing, swing

oo-chie bang bang (Bravehearts)
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally

[2nd Chorus]
He really

beat was produced by Rob the Vikang

I crept up from above and took you out
Look its a new sheriff in town
Hope you know that you are going down
Bang

dumb-asses! (Get fucked!)

Okokok yea
Yea, you big tech dumbasses! (Bang!)
That's what your asses get (No way!)

We can all pretend that your pen
Went eleven

on danger
Bang bang, hands up stick them up straight
I'm a big bad bush bushranger

Got a rope and a whip and a gun of course
And I'm chased everywhere by

We stay lit, bang on the night shift, nigga, we grave dig
They done hit a light switch, these vibrations
Growing' up like Kanan they raisin
It's so

and Herman had a laugh in the van while they drove down to Bristol to do a big gang bang. And when they got their they all took their turns and G's vagina

Still Real

Fat Joe

Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.)

2001

free-fallin' tryna leave this deep depression
My son Joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throat
My big brother sniffin' dope
Lemme know how many

not fathered
Deceased of soul
Deceived you can steal souls
I'm immortal
My motto be the model that you swallow
Off a track like bang!
Penis big like