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pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

Guns N Roses

M.O.P.

To the Death

1994

send your maggot ass back to the essence
Niggaz have told ya, Guns N Roses that's the path
So pack yo' gat and watch yo' ass

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

troops ya house better be bomb proof
Or we can put them guns down
And throw the arms too
Haymakers, I'ma put everything in this
Punch like prom juice you

you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay

a favor...
MORTICIAN:  I can't.
CUSTOMER:  Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes?  He
won't be long.
MORTICIAN:  Naaah, I got to go on to Robinson's --

Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way

autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't

When your tooth got knocked out your brother
Ain't even come with that thing
So how I'm supposed to believe
You carry guns DNA?
When you ain't even have

the subject
They've taught you well collar around your neck
Buried under debt they got yo sorry ass in check
Babylon must die open your eyes

On sait pas trop

The Heat

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter

2004

Fuck with me, you know what it is

I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,

Fuck with me, you know what it is

I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,

for me
After you see my G-U-N, a pine box we will see you in
You can't believe it's me again, I B-I-G T-I-M-E
K-I-L-L very W-E-L-L
Go to Hell,

a life
Then take your jewels for a memento
You make it to the outro
You got to pay for the intro
Like a nympho, ain't fuckin' around
I ain't (I'm not)

nigga, I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge
Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load
And the slug

hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker

HCCKER! HCCKER!
HCCKER! HCCKER!

Put your ds on me john F kennedy
I'll make you squeal, baby

the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up

now you know
All around the world
We keep it rocki'n to the earl
So throw your hands up in the air 
And let me hear you over there
C can you feel it in

The Purge [Clean]

Kurupt

Oxymoron [Clean]

2014

Why you look confused motherf***er? This is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****

Bust my gun all by myself

this close to ahh, slap off a wig
You got five days left
Bitch get to work
My bread and Kyle or your face in the dirt
They gun butt Shiro, had him

You are my ten thousand roses and I let you go
Before I make the same mistake just hold me in your arms
We belong you know it in your heart
Look where

ambiguity: So what's a
Nigga ‘sposed to do?
Tell ‘em put the guns down
Or tell lil nigga shoot?
Cause they'll do the same to me
Do the same shit to you it's

When I'm Gone

Eminem

Curtain Call: The Hits

2005

an arm for
When they know they're your heart
And you know you are their armor
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her
But what happens

187 on a Hook

Brotha Lynch Hung

Blocc Movement

2001

and to a vigi it ain't nothing but gun play




Try to get me for my scratch and you get your arm detached if you try to rip me on a track I put you in