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the details have remained
Unclear over the years ronald drove to the
Scene and found a crowd surrounding
His brother's body, which lay in the
Street,

Can't Stop

E-40

Based on a True Story

1997

but don't snitch 

No case 'cause they're po po 

And they mami know that 12 gage equipment can be traced 

Stand on ya bunions 

Nigga don't

Can't Stop

E-40

Big Thangs

1997

but don't snitch 

No case 'cause they're po po 

And they mami know that 12 gage equipment can be traced 

Stand on ya bunions 

Nigga don't

Curry with the pot, Draymond with the Glock
Turn your body into clay, I see your truck and shoot it all the way up
Catch me on the west like 'Ye

Military shit Make a bru body Sag
(Sag)
Stick to thick
You know I let it hit (Pew Pew)
Got a brand new mag(Ah)
Securing the bag (Bag bag)
On the move never

gettin' turnt, we gettin' toasted
We gettin' loaded, body roll, body roll
Checkin' my balance, I'ma pull up
Back up the truck, fuck it, I cop it all
We out

books, 3
4 of the international mail are in English
It has the largest vocabulary
Perhaps two million words
And a noble body of literature but face it:

came up with 16's
Gave my equipment to my dawg tried to get back left on read
Still breath up in his body but in my mind that nigga dead
Fuck it got me

a body neurotically
No one in life you can really save

The end is nigh
Tie your necks
The end is nigh
Tie your necks

Dismantle your washing equipment

Roll Call

M.O.P.

Warriorz

2000

this is N.Y., N.Y.
N-I-N-E, make niggas M-I-A
And I spray a, it`s Fizzy Womack truck
Bitch don`t get in my way
Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body

did that
Got some pop star bodies, been hit that (yeah)
Believe me, my belt got notches
Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches
Made some

feelin' the vibe, her body and soul
I heard you stay in a metropolitan home
Well let's kill all the pollyin'
I offer you a Cosmopolitan
Let's jet out

I can't come down 
Yea 
Early in the morning we up 
Riding round in one of these trucks 
Riding rolling weed up 
Head to the side of my town

using good techniques and equipment and a little Imagination
Can turn a sandwich into festive fare
The bread was toasted quickly in the broiler

ignorant
No I'm serious
My gives a fuck just got ran over by a fuckin semi truck
All these drugs ain't nothin but experiments
And all these bodies ain't

Time to please the crowd, get 'em screamin' loud
Come on now it's time for the show

So we loaded the equipment and the instruments into a truck
Spent

a champion, walk like a champion
Body like a God and I promise that Nas'll a hit you off
Flow like a gangsta, brum bum bum bum bum
Bustin' black dummies

Here We Go

Craig G

Cornerstone Mixtape, No. 38

2002

three offers
Leather outlets, wood berry, Nancy Crawford's
Gangsta, hang with murderers and tree-sparkers
Type to sell ya body parts to the meat

vocally respected
International record I'll be leavin' any second
Check it, let me stretch it 'fore your funds exit
My Method, got your Man Louis V vested

wanting me to bleed
'till the heat is squeezed show me guap
Nigga then I'll let you see the ki's
International player
We balling like the FIBA league

I got

Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah
See I promise its on sight
Always been that nigga
Never play with my food
Always clutching to it tight
Make that body pop
Girl me

the sole of my shoes, and I don’t buy the bars, I just buy the club, I made it rain at the Onyx cause they showed love, and err body know me dog, l’m living

whatever, it's nothing
While we in a Rolls truck, sitting on butter
Panel fulla stars like a Revolt Summit
Big body nigga, like Debo coming
I'll prolly be

you know we getting hidden, ay

(Gettin') I'm gettin' jiggy with the coca (coca)
I'm in the Lambo truck, Thaiboy Goon pour me up
Anaconda 'round my