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Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

The Diplomats

More Than Music, Vol. 1 [Clean]

2005

[Chorus:] 
Hey Zeek you alright (yea) 
You wanna ride (yea) 
45 on my side (yeeea yea) 
Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Somebody gotta die tonite 
Now Zeek in

dat world bass
What's a beat without bass
Chain hangin to the dick nigga all
Them diamonds in her face
Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s
When

nigga but girl gotta a lot of ass
Niggas be paying thirty for sum fuckin gas
Not a good rapper, but bet I can spit on brass
Hands on my girl who that lil

I just told bro
Roll some smoke
Ayo fye dat
Come through masked up
Wit my guys
We like firemen
Feel like Lou
Totin' this ratchet
We gon pull up
Where

Plug Dat Puss

Insane Clown Posse

Psychopathic Rydas Dumpin'

2000

and dip
Run, get the pistol grip

FOE FOE, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Gotta get my hands on that fat ass tush
With ya belly-button pierced and them thick ass thighs

man's chest out (di-di-dip-dip-dip)
I was raised in the 'Narm, but my flag is black
Put a flag for the ends that you rep now
Two in a Q of lake
Heat

Pass Me

Three 6 Mafia

Choices: The Album

2001

Everybody know me, know me by Black
Black be smokin' weed mane, smokin' weed by da stack
Got dis, got dat, got swishers, got blacks
Got dat smoked out no

Im aimin for my quota aint no need to let it dip
She hangin on my shoulder cuz she drunk tryna let me hit
Her friend i hit before her talm boud oh u

catch his ass
Up on dat' magazine
And I been doin' my own shit like
Why they mad at me?
Like you can't be me yeah I'm one of one
Lil' bitch I'm glad to be

by the pole like a mf stripper
Whip out my pole and i call it back ripper
She said i go deep my name saved as big dipper 
Dip Dip 
Stick to the code

kissin lil mommy and don’t even kno dat she top me
Aimin dat drake out da window i let off a shot and he fold up like origami

My niggas rocked masks way

feel dat pain


211 I put my brothers on dey feet 

N dats a fact ask about me in dese streets 

Why dese niggas jackin dat gang gang 

No piece when I

how you rap like dat? Take a seat lil' nigga that's facts
Swagged up but you're wack like bruh
Like 'em traps nigga way by far
Feed now lil' nigga feed

/I made spinning acrobatic’s  words facing narrative with the pigs tempted to dip my fingers in thorns before mystical horns encircle my entity by

whenever I’m not
Faking support lil homie just stop
I’m in da hood where it go by da block
Course Dey gon front cause dats part of da plot
How could dis be

time for heart attack, you kno where my heart at (You kno where my heart at)
I’m tryna hide da pain in me
I work by myself like I’m wearing a hard hat

head caved in by a tire
Then converse with a liar
Stitch his lips with the wire
Nigga you goofy and Nigga you stupid
Bitch ahh lil boi
Tell the truth

the pants stay tint
That's what I say when I just ran the check
Check it off safe no foldin right now gon have to 18 then dip
Lil bitch I'm rockin shit up

the fam dough
Das my fam bro, couldn't tell him where he cant go
Fed up, worked his nerve to the ceiling
My nigga hiding all dat pain, I ain't know he was

Diamond got killed it hit me fast
Lil rocc had died that shit was sad
When i got dat call and heard about lil kal i wanted to fuckin spazz

I can keep my

Hands on the Pump

Sauce Money

Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain from the Game

2004

your name?

My name is Money, that much is true
Listen up, this what I'm gon' do
I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger
I hit you with the tec-9,

on a new whip
Watch it drip wild drip I dip
I might jus pull up on yo bih
Flex my wrist my drip she drip
I got that fya on my hip
So if you trip I trip we

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Lately I been thinking I been sitting by the water
If she love me right, I'ma marry ya daughter
I give you all my love, but you say

games
Cant feel my pain
Fuck nigga u ain stayin in yo lane
Told these niggaz I ain nun to play wit damn
Dat nigga catchin da K clip
I feel like yung