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Okay, brown paper bag filled with cash
Bugs found choker, can't be scratched
Diamonds still hittin' like glass
Knocked out, now I'm wearin' brass

Xero gang in this bitch you know how we rocking
Xero gang over everything bitch, it’s tilly
Yeah, Yeah, What’s Hannenin though uh
Xero the gang now

up and ran it up
They ain't know my name now they calling me bro like we gang shit they saying ain't adding up
No new friends run up my bands get

you fucked up its over
Know I got myself a gun and a holster

Rubber bands
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber

just makes you bitter
And my skin gets thicker and
It actually promotes my work
Indirectly and over a period
Of time you sheep
Herd and all just make me

Sobre Vivir

Union 13

Why Are We Destroying Ourselves?

1998

make me sick when they
reach you it's not good their purpose is to keep all
you in line for the rest of your meaningless lives take
initiative now by

and think it's a taser? (How?)
Now that dumb cop bitch gotta sit in the pen'
All that white privilege shit is comin' to an end (haha)
A traffic stop turned

Court Is Now in Session

Chill Rob G.

Wild Pitch Classics

1994

coming with us"
I said "To where, for what?  I ain't guilty
My name is Rob G., you just can't milk me"
Now I'm sitting in a courtroom all day
I claim I'm

now
I been putting work it was no help it was no handouts
I been making money stunting hard with all them bands out
I been looking up just even when

sides
Eat it up like lemon pie
Wear my Gucci all the time
She wanna fuck so ima slide
And send them pigs through over night

Ten band loss all because

Look how the ground shakin' (shake)
All over town shakin' (shake)
Is we have the ground shakin' (shake)
Tell them meet we by the Grand (Grand) Stand

gonna love yeah

They keep telling me I rap insane and to drop more tracks under my own name
It got out of hand with that metal band now I realize it's

Ayy Ladies

Travis Porter

Ayy Ladies

2012

ain't tryna be all dat

I'm just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil' mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from the back, don't fuss,

Stay on the grind I be there for you like
Cap and Bucky 'til the end of the line
This all comes from love what it mean to keep trying
When you're

One, two, three, four, it's time to get funky
Get on the floor and dance with Brass Monkeys now
Grab your s'mores and popcorn from the store
Let's

saying, into one
Hell of a slow parade.
The brass band is a shambles
but never lacking in charm
and though they are all marching quite close to the edge

my side Right on my side
Ride by my side you there when I Need you God yeah On God
If you need it I’ll give you hand
If I had it I’ll give you band

it criss cross we're taking over the town

What y'all want, no cut
What y'all need, pure raw
What we do, we sold out
All because you bought more

of the 
hunters...

And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the 
accordion.

Well, that's it for the introductions.  And now, the story.

lame
I mained going off the chatter of all of the day's masters
Unless you rhyme killers and trappers you not a rapper
Went to try it but I dropped it

the way)
I'm officially part of the holidays like Mariah now, nigga (wow)
Let's go

Y'all couldn't wait for this shit to drop, it's part of hip-hop
Will

explosive
I feel like things out the same
Out here moving in slow motion
Right now a retrograde thirty days left then it's over
It's like all my thoughts

The true state of all things:

I keep on not dying, the sun keeps on rising.
I remember my life as if it's just some
dreams that I don't trust,

The Night That the Band Got the Wine

Al Stewart

Down in the Cellar

2000

a flower pattern shirt of quetionable style
It all made sense

The band went back to their homes in the Hollywood hills
Better than they'd ever felt