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Heat the gas to ignite that hate
We the by the fireplace
See the ash and revive that pain
Me and Shaggs gon' annihilate
Dilate, we cannibals, famished

Real Or Fake

Z-Ro

Meth

2011

Or circles in the door panel, or circles in the dash
Well piss me off and I'll merk you, now you part of the past
Cause I'm an asshole, by nature
And I

From the cradle to the grave
Since a little bitty child
I've been known to get ill
And kinda buck wild
Pop pop! Just like the part that's
In my walk with

affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot 
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top 
Tun Dem Ina root 

Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di

And believe me you don't want part of that
You don't want none of this Mayhem Click
And we're out

Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look

[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz), ]
 *echo*
(these punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready)
(we made men, haha!)

the Chesapeake bay bridge Steve and Rome saying slow down
But fuck that I'm ready for combat two Glocks straps with a bomb attach
In your Cul de sack street lights

Destined to Be '94

Necro

Rare Demos and Freestyles, Vol. 1

smoke clears 
I'll be on my way to buy a couple of beers 
And if your black, you get knocked quick by beastly mallet 
I chop up poor punks like salad 
I

Set It Off

J-Dawg

Dawg House

1997

Alright eh, 2 Dope turn up the echo, and I know I'm good for one of them , ol ass , funky mojo beats. Alright, so lets set it off.
Violent J with

the switch, switched the script and gotta better part...

Feel my presence
The pressure risen this Hell's Kitchen
Verbal addiction to contradicting what I was

Well, alright. You see the thing is...)

This music's more than a job, I gotta make my revenue
If you're a part of my squad then I got the best in you
If

Only a simp ass nigga would bring his ho
But see it's part of the
Game you snooze you loose
I let the AK hit 'em and
Split 'em in two's ohhh

Nigga you

Knock knock to the game from them monsters
Part 2 cock pop with a rahh rahh 
30 ought boom shak with a laka
Hauk boof doot doot doot from the chop

home
Surrounded by broken glass, surrounded by young peers, that speak with a broken tongue
That followed the scent of gunpowder from broken rose petals

Be Yo Self

Big Syke

Be Yo Self

1996

this bullshit,
Nigga I done ran a TRW on yo punk ass
Nigga you ain't even got no hood
So what the fuck is you talkin' about?, Nigga,

Chorus:

Just be yo

ta copine
J'écoute Capone-N-Noreaga
Ça joue les G's, ça joue les braqueurs
Les seuls qui portent un masque
Et prennent des billets, c'est les Daft Punk

this guy
We'll beat his ass within half an inch of his life
And fuck him up, just enough to make his mother cry
Then we'll leave the punk beside town