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Let Me Ride

Dr. Dre

The Chronic [Clean]

1992

comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by

Rozay Poppin 

Yea ,
Let the beat ride
Yea 

(Hook)
No they don’t fuck with that Rozayyyy
But that don’t mean he ain’t poppin x4 
Yea 
No they don’t

Babies

Wu-Tang Clan

Iron Flag

2001

to slave the babies

Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads

Continue beefing with niggas
Over five year old tweets
You claim you trapping like
Jeezy Gucci Yo Gotti and Meek
But never sold any drugs
Yet alone a Cd
I

me nauseous I'm about to faint
I feel like Yo Gotti or Yung Joc it's goin' down, okay
Ayy, I'm on my way
Ayy, thank God for the day
Ayy, this life is

the sauce, so they watching (yeah)
I got two Glocks and they both come with beams
Yeah, bitch, you know how I'm rocking

Yo, yo, P-O double-P I-N
Poppin

body
Got the black youngstas with the money bags and the set in, I'm feelin' like Yo Gotti
I was down on my dick, spent all my time on the strip
I

the fuck
Is that over there? That don't look
Like Gotti car? That is that nigga shit
These niggas tryna ride on us
Nigga fuck that hey everybody
Take your

The Purge

Kurupt

Oxymoron [Deluxe Edition]

2014

strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your

The Purge [Clean]

Kurupt

Oxymoron [Clean]

2014

strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your

poppin' tags
100 Thousand that was stashed inside a duffle bag
This come up way to easy, I aint think this shit would last
Boy, I was doin' the dash
20

screamin' murda murda murda
[Ja Rule]
Murder INC. is my blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems

knees
Poppin melatonin got my ass to sleep bitch

Sippin dis tea on yo block
Gettin dis money and it don't stop
Fuck yo bih make her my slut
I can not

yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it

me Yo Gotti
(Can't call me Yo Gotti)
That nigga loves me
With my natural body
(Yeah)
I love it when we're chilling
When we're sipping that Bacardi

Friends

Snoop Dogg

Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned Way

2001

Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got

[Intro: Big Moe]
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side

Living by a code, we make our own rules

Playing with these fools would make me a bigger fool

Let it go. It ain’t nothing I ain’t been through.

There’s

can't have it easy Seen 30 cops at my momma house

Another five to my lawyer I'll be 30 up by the summer though
It's a juggerthon All money in on this

but the shit really duds
You ain't talkin bout shit you sorry ass af
Yo bitch on her knees sloppin it up
She do it wit ease cause I'm poppin right up

Yo Mayah, what you do this week?[00:04.50]Oh me? Well ya see[00:06.10]I just met this young man his name Rob and he got a nice job so he taking me

Good evening
You could be anywhere in the world right now
But you're right here with me
Nah this ain't no movie
This is real life
Gotti I got this

only yours to blame
So sit down
And let me present to you
The Misfits
Yeah we poppin out
Yeah we poppin out
Start the mobbies and they stomping out
Yeah

Yo yo, you heard what happened to that dude yo 
(You don't want to wind up, with your head tied up)
The nigga got his head blown the fuck out