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Hip Hop

GP Wu

Don't Go Against the Grain

1998

station
I drug him to my lab, grabbed the pen and the pad
wasn't sure he would make it, these MCs fucked him up bad
fed him guns and drugs, laced him up in

21 but nigga I'm savage 

Tuff times hit but them shits ain't last 
Never had nothin but now I'm havin
Wit white Nîggas shootin guns attics
Them percs

baboon, bring me bags of bananas
Bonefied, billy bad ass with a brown bandana
Been gone on Bacardi 'bou lou but I'm bout to be bigger bent
Better break

it when I use my tongue
Girl you know I love it when you cock my gun

And my blood e dey hot
I baddo when I tesinapot
I never miss when I'm shooting my

might end up gone like
Brody can't even stop at the red lights
If the time right get shot broad day light
Popped him pop sum pills
Now the percs done

indifferent
To the blood, and the rain, I don't feel it
I remember being young
Trying to navigate the ghetto and knowing my day would come
Unmarked officer

to get by
Ashy, Patchy
Blow up on her ass cheeks
you can handle truth and you want it? You can ask me
Sadly, Im a fucking sadist do it gladly
Bad dreams?

a plan and I stick with it
Got blood all on my digits
My 21st, we drankin' like bums
That's your name all over these guns
Yeah your songs are buns
No

won't no smoke
Niggah you a bitch
Dracko he gone hit the stick
Head shot he ain't gone miss
I had a gun when I was 6
12 hit my first lick
I robbed

sharpens iron we gone cover one another
Sometimes I take for granted all the friendships, Is that bad?
Until somebody tell me I wish I had what you had
Now

How can you blame us
When this is all we was ever shown
When gang signs thrown up
By some older Nigga's
No discipline
Catch em slippin we gon flood

Red Opps

21 Savage

Red Opps

2016

up and (pew pew pew) y'all gone call the cops
21

I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it
Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it

incubating
Then I pop out and stunt all on these niggas hating

Raising the bar like an elevator
Blowing by all these niggas I see you later

Got no babies

don't book me
700 on my sleeves big glock in this nuptse
21 black jack told the dealer not to bust me
Niggas doing clown shit we gone call them niggas

time serving
Led her to, go get a gun
Suicide
She died by
They framed it on
Her fried mind
Way too many, stories connect
To these
Just different

Coming where i'm from
Niggas don't make it to 21
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
Niggas die quick
For the chase of fame
Tell me right now
Who the fuck

Robbin' Hood (Cause It Ain't All Good)

Ice Cube

Bootlegs & B-Sides

1994

I'm tryin' to roll up the chronic leaf

At a stop sign, I take a hit and hold it in
I cough, now I'm off
Drivin' down the two-lane highway
It's all bad

I won't make it past 21
If anyone really cares
I'm sure you don't
After what I've done
To make you feel so low
Take the gun
Put it to my head
I won't

Six, six, six, six, six
Cause I gotta bag and you gotta bag, and I'm going up like it's NASA
He got some ice and I got some ice, but mine it gone

a bad boy (blood on the leaves)
Look how she fuckin' it up
She throw that lil' ass in the air 
And before it came down, had caught in a bluff (freeze)

won't see sun down,
In water's his blood,
This fuck see no more money,
This fuck gone for good,
Done and turned on me wasted a plug,
Pistol in blood with

me top[01:47.30](Aaaaaah)[01:48.90]Two-door coupe we sliding in[01:50.81](Grrreeh)[01:51.49]Bad Lil, broad, she gone break the roof all in,

boy start running
DMO scrape up body like dog shit
Dog shit, dog shit
Dem feel big and bad like Kratos with Drakos
We have gun weh mount up like Legos

pew pew) y'all gone call the cops
21
I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it
Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it
Wet a nigga block