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for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight

Timeless Effect

Cooking in the Stu yeah I’m chillin with the bros (yo)
Only make boppers got these hoes up on they toes (yeah)
I could make it seven

that shit

We got toasters in the whip
I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch
I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips

lint scratch
Now I got her hidden notes
Not ones hoes would send me in class
Murder what she wrote
It turn out that shit was big facts
Trybe7 WavyNoise

dreads

Crème skully ' round my head
My bitch trapped me by givin' head
250 a zip, I got em
My dawg need me, I got em

Got niggas trappin' like Nino
Puttin

I Wanna Kill Sam

Ice Cube

Death Certificate

1991

"I'm comin'!"

Now in ninety one, he wanna tax me
I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
And hang me by a rope till my neck snapped
Now

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin

enemies by any means (any means)

If-if-if you get twenty years in the league, you still couldn't ball with us (no)
Seven foot four, boy still ain't tall

Give It Up Fast

Mobb Deep

Armed and Dangerous: Best of Big Noyd

2003

through my pyramid 
You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary 
Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch 
Ran his mouth like a bitch 
Now

Ten Crack Commandments

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death

1997

niggas (word up)

(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)

Uh
(Ten)
I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
It's rules

niggas (word up)

(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)

Uh
(Ten)
I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
It's rules

(ah…)


Verso (7)
Baby você falou que ia voltar 
Ah...
Eu não consigo parar de te amar

Chorus (3) 
Bad bitch full of lies 
Took me by surprise
Hoped me

And it's a bitch when you're bummy
And your shit don't match
Give me a minute and a heater
And I'll make ends meet
Times that by seven
Now you fuckin' with

fiends, stay true, get money, and that's
By any means I'm zoned out, she talk a lot but don't say anything, I zoomed out the parking
Lot, this shit like 50

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm

of the competition by light years, still right here 
Gimmie the light gimmie the light 
Fina spark dis L and get my mind right 
Its your worst day
I always been in

together  
I lost 1 I can’t lose 2
It’s been us 3 4 ever 
5 years ago I almost killed a nigga
With a 6 shooter Tru story
I seen the devil It was me me

work until eleven?
Scratch that, don't you work a motherfucking ten-to-seven?
Acting tough? Doggy probably gon' get sent to Heaven
Huh, buffs on my

the 'ven got racks in my pocket (bitch)
Dirty ass hoes tried to dog me last year not knowing a nigga finna be a problem
And them niggas shit them bogus ass

A Miracle

Birdman

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

spittin' facts 
Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back 
Be black gon back, I got pistols on deck 
They gave 'cause seven flat, how many

from the lane
Fuck no face, bitch, come get left with no brain
Niggas playin', but shit ain't a game these 7.62s, left him with a bag
Gunshot wound, he

Back It Up

Tyga

Rise of an Empire

2014

the strip club, still hunching on em'
Still ripping bands, homie by the grands
Im the young boss, follow my commands
Now I'm bring bought seven hands
Back

Situation

Brotha Lynch Hung

Loaded

1997

vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my

Gonna Get Easier

Z-Ro

Z-Ro vs. the World

2000

And every bitch in every city is singing my song
Imagine that I use to sleep on a corner
Even in year two triple O, fuck working I'm selling marijuana
Pulling