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and dangerous
You know not every youth you see in a crime and violence chose it
Adi star PKA Stanno
Most Wanted that the title little Johnny a walk
You walk dogs

Under the Influence

D-Age

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

somethin', nigga, pass that
In Amsterdam, we only hang out with hash rats
At a "Stop the Violence" rally, I blast gats
BMI my publishing, get your ass

worry, mummy, I got 'nough guns
Until I have enough funds, I'ma keep grinding
Hundred mill' ain't far away, it's all in due timing
Rhys Herbert, I'm

to the courts they ain even get to score a basket  
I might crash out can't stop at the light but just know I'ma keep my gun in traffic  
Glock 23 just like my

past a gun
Niggah want smoke then we ash his lungs
Don't ask fa shii cant pass the funds
Might get tired neva pass the run
I'm antisocial don't ask for

flashin' two guns with new funds

But politically they do run run

When it's time to build, they chill, gettin nuttin' done

But they mouth yes they do run

live for today, but think of tomorrow
If that weed rolled up, I think she gon' holler
So much money stacked up, we ain't thinking of violence
Before

several guns
I just told lil shorty that I'm broke but I gotta hella funds
And we get that pack in next day air have foe nem mail us some
Can't sit in no

go and blame the guns
Now here: read this study that the NRA funds

Pray, pray, pray I don't
Stay, stay, stay out front
Say, say, say I won't
That

honesty
And all I could say is
"Will the radio care?"
Yeah, or should I say no?
Or should I just stop and come
With a whole new approach?
You heard my

and things are getting more crazy
Inside the city of guns, niggas like gimme your funds
But I'm loyal to my city 'till I cough up a lung
Every centimetre

now I'm making all the rules like
To be a
Big bread winner
All the homies say you a real ass nigga
Give kids the guidance stop all the violence
If we

done dirt
I lock and change from one gun burst, need all of my funds first
Pocket full of filthy cash, see dirt all over my palm
Heard I got a couple

tho
See I saw the same old same old
Black on Black violence
I've seen enough of it
Enoughs enough listen to the Kids
Ban Gun Bitches fuck your riches
We

ain’t shot and we made it past 21 like Son of a Gun with no names attached to a magazine,
And no machete so we keeping clean.
They gave me a dream that

something
That goes inside a gun
Clips, gun alright so it's
Semi automatic that you
Supposed to have ammo and spit all crazy
But when that clip holding you

wrapped wit runtz
Roll ya own shit
I ain’t passin' none
See I’m ballin'
Fore Taxes come
Hoes calling
Fore I rapped for funds
See I used to serve the pack

Ghetto Rebels

DJ Vadim

U.S.S.R.: The Art of Listening

2002

our ghettos into over sized death rows
You want heroin there's tons of that, guns and crack
But who's got the funds and cash the same people who

I ain’t keeping that silence
Tired of dividing
Tired of the violence
Momma stay crying
They losing they sons
Police with the guns
Stop with funds

take away the funds
Hackin' at the fundraisers
So we know that hell awaits 'em
Really think they gonna stop it
But they'll never make a profit
No more

on something
Stop violence the highest just said that he on the way coming
I can't play with you for nothing
Losing control he pushing the button ok
You can just

Ill Na Na cap 'em, the Firm team can stop 'em
36 moves, 37 ways triple days triple pays
Na Na, Fox Boogie Firm momma, kineiver
Lady Gadiva, like

Opps talk slick till we run em down
Bust that Glock 2 shots when we gun em down
All these opps goin inside when we come around
Violence Gunshots Sirens

say where the competition at at
Like bitch I don't see no one
I don't fire shots, I seize your guns
I seen the beef you need for funds to eat your lunch