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Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets

on the paper chase
Coaster, slowing down exceedingly fast
Seems you're running out of gas

This is strictly an observation
Strictly an observation
In my damn

Nasty Bitch

Bust Down

Hip Hop Hot Menu, Vol. 1

1993

sittin there thinkin that you can hit me with ya whip appeal
I ain't baby face bitch I got dick appeal
She laid down, grabbed me by my waste
Got freaky

not a pay stub
All about work, not a nightclub
All about time with the right ones
Took a shot, and I ain't even got guns
Hopin' y'all like my tracks
Had

Ay Caramba

Murs

Captain California

2017

When ma find out, she gon' beat my ass
'Cause word get around in the street so fast
I should've pulled out and put my dick in her mouth
Now I got nine

my old Hewlett-Packard printer?
It still works, Kinda
And I got a bunch of ink cartridges left"

Then, she let out a long sigh
Which, I took

took a turn turn around see the fire burn
As it spreads as I write and the pages turn
Bitch it's my turn shut the fuck up
Don't start speaking out

block in control

I had my block in a chokehold (yeah)
Trappin' right by the Sunoco (I did)
I even flagged down the old folks (word)
Now know me like

quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body and they took out his brain
What

You hear him say that?
You hear a worl- oh my god
I can't even call him a world leader
I'm tripping on my words
(Sigh)
This song is about that day

B****es N Marijuana

Tyga

Fan of a Fan: The Album

2015

D'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma

Saw A torn piece of cardboard
Layin on the floor
When I walked through my front door
Wife in the kitchen, shittin
Bullets coming out her mouth like

Callings these shots she blow up my phone
2 seater ether my pain thru da
Speaker
Mouth spit that hot shi
We roll a heater
Acting I hate you no bs I need ya

Hot This Year

Brand Nubian

Soundtrack to the Streets

1998

can make it hot this year 
And Diamond D, you're rollin' wit the Kid Capri 

Aight, now here's to y'all all and my new Bronx address 
I'm out wit

Y'all pinatas, knock the stuffing out of
All y'all foul biters i'm Spiderman
Stick to bitches' walls for real though
You Transvestite Man
Bit by

The summer days are hot, just a rain of thought
This the paint I got, gave it all I got
The summer days are hot, just a rain of thought
This

This Life I Lead

2Pac

Better Dayz

2002

niggas is punks 
They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump 
They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary 
Why you frontin' like you really

one, two

Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit
On a summer night
Tight spot where bodies rot
Rats drink from water drops
In the streets niggas
Little kids

Future

DJ Khaled

We The Best Forever [Clean Version]

2011

like Jordan to you niggas
I might even stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble, bobbled
Then landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my baby

by the fact
Nigga's telling too much
It's a shame how these nigga's
Always jelling in such
You can't handle the truth
The words that we speak
It's time

pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas yeah

You can tell by the way

fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive
Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right

L-A-T
Moms

name Hugh, but my second name Mungus
I'm chillin' in little bushes with
Some night vision goggles
Tryna find out what you look
Like in your underwear my

Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop