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Grab baby by the hand come on vibe with me
All in my closet trying to see what I’m a rock yes
All my woes drippy drippy looking like a sauce fest
Blessed

Two Good Men

Woody Guthrie

Ballads of Sacco & Vanzetti

1960

for workers' rights.

I've got no time to tell this tale,
The dicks and bulls are on my trail;

But I'll remember these two good men
That died

You can't test my styley
Unless your name's Skepta or Wiley
Only the big names stand by me, LDN
You know where to find me
None of these labels can

Competition full of tricks and bundles
That's a sucker sport
Couldn't beat us in the streets so they won in court
Don't get me started
My crib, the Carter

darkness feeling lost and incomplete
Didn't know Christ
Couldn't get it right
My heart was in these streets
In the clubs high getting drunk and wild
Dark

this sweet me than i could
swallow a bull fighter
or write names on the walls in blood
or wear the victims horns on my head
or row a boat across

when a nigga was watching Tony
So, I sat down got fried and made a plan all by my lonely
Then I mixed it with the gang so we can sizzle no baloney
I

Drive Slow

Paul Wall

Drank Epidemic

2005

Marley used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

Mack 10

1995

feet
Clear the whole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from west side

[W.C.]

it works

This the most dangerous game that's played
Where emcees get slayed
Slicing through bone just so I can sharpen my blade
Bring the whole

all on me (A)
All my partner's know is death, the feeling's mutual
All we know is less weddings, more funerals
Only jail or the streets just for you

for the young bull
stomach full my niggas is eaten
if its a problem then niggas is leakin
we don't do no beefing
all the tough ass emojis on ig then

Maniac in the Brainiac [From Bulworth]

Ice Cube

In the Movies [Clean]

2007

[Intro: Cube]
In every game, we gotta have the brains and the muscle
The game and the hustle... to be real on these streets
So here you have it,

Imma blow up like a nuke
Competition looking shook
We ain't playing by the book
But we got our own rules
You got cows I got bulls
Catching me booling

Yea, Yea, Yea
Skip to my Lou down Northeast 163rd Street, hot concrete never get cold feet
Some of my peeps don't even got a visa, they'll Frisk ya

Take me away from LA
Lord have mercy  ICCM
My dreams for the ministry are fading
I just tanked my final exam

Put the pedal to the metal
No precious

A raging bull when they come with weak bars
I blow smoke out my nostrils; They shitting their drawers

I got what you need
Raw, grimy, street shit, shit kept

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998

1999

feet
Clear the whole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from west side

[W.C.]

to the doctor before
I never had my own shoe in Foot Locker before
But I'm ballin
The streets rock wit the bull
My life a movie if I wasn't black
I woulda won

Puttin' my relations in your conversations
Shoot a opposition with no hesitation
You get my position then you better take it
Know some young bulls from

you back to the streets cause you love them
Probably tried to fuck one of my cousins
Man these hoes getting cheaper by the dozens
And that's right there

"I'm Standing on my street
Wishing I could make about a million in a week, man
My family gotta eat
I wish I could make about a million in a week"

Couldn't even tell me to my face
Had to text it you can pack your bags
Follow signs to the exit
Yes, move it along please, pronto
Oh, and by the way
Return

Evert hood got it's ghetto
Every ghetto got it's slums

Eyes wide open, I was blind to that street life
Chillin with my locs up on the cut, that CHC