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and my feeet still hurt cah I did another life before pool in dem creps 

I’d jack cars to go home was dat stressed! 

(Was dat stressed)


Big P  brought

you gon' come and change my perspective
I done seen niggas gain out of leverage
Filling my cup with rain from the heavens
These niggas is tough and bang

Big Beamer now, bro was trappin' out a Focus
Took a L, lost out, still got a load, shit
Check out the motion (ayy)
From bro, I know he'll bring it

I'm trying to make a change
I got my niggas all by my side you about to feel the Wave
I'm about to bring BIG and Pac back
Man the game fucked up how it

Only Life I Know

Brother Ali

Mourning in America and Dreaming in Color

2012

a stressed out single mom sitting on the steps
Waiting on the mailman, looking for a check
Boys on the corner, pushing out the chest
Questing for anything

the window down (grrah-rrah)
You want bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime
I leave that pain out, etch your name out, put your name online

to check on my progress
Fuck pressure I'm not stressed
Ups and downs, never the less I'm God bless
Do not mess about you will cop stress
Come out of this

Never Going Back

Mike Stud

This Isn't the Album

2015

Yeah motherfucker, that's messed up, yeah
All up in the clouds, never stressed out yet
Next up while they cut checks, oh yeah
Two shots on deck, get

Brixton tell dem bad man inna di building
Mi no lef eye witness
And mi no beat man lef that to dem pitney
Out life like a big spliff
Shot lodge inna yuh

Bang Bang Bang

Mark Ronson

The Annual 2011

2010

Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang

Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,

Bang Bang Bang

Q-Tip

Record Collection

2010

Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang

Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,

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

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,

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

who i trust on 
You fuck with me and you i bust on bitch
Still the realist in the room that's a big fact 
System Bangin out the trunk cause my shit slap

in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain't even know
Walkin' out the Gucci store, 'bout to spend a hundred so
Lil' bitty bitch, with a big booty

chasing
Look around you bro
It's not too many that live to make it up out this hoe
Your death's a status quo
That ain't gon' happen though
Fast forward, I'm

betrays

Big Stepper Big Stepper
Stuck inside a maze

Changing all my plays
Private lounge we sippin gray
In the night they do betray
Got me out to catch

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

Careful (Click, Click)

Wu-Tang Clan

The W

2000

Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun

Whole crew Pull Rides up
Old school Night Rider
Day time the top is dropped
And You know my system bang
Whole crew Pull Rides up
Old school Night

and mirrors keep us blind by what they play us on T.V
Money, greed, got no power if you ain't got no degree
We ain't free, I ain't going out like a coward you

gets me so stressed out
Feel like the whole thing just a big mess now
Sometimes this life just gets me so stressed out
Feeling like the whole thing just

with the thugs
But I saw them addicts slug, fuck, I hang with them
Big gang, I know big gang

See, I'ma keep that gang-system, so let me fuck it up
But