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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Art of War [Clean]

1997

They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'

and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot, boy")

Years and years of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid
And growin' tough with

souljas
Not my glime boy I don't know ya'
Wanna talk then we gon' show ya'
Let the K sing just like woosah (Shee)
Shee

I know she gon' fuck cause I got

When the money come in with you
You got cash on the side
( I told em )
All these bitches mad at the girl I call mine
( i swear )
All these bitches mad

make em say
Yup yup we make em say yup we got em like
Let's get it you got a boyfriend?
No, we don't care now where that money at?
It's over here we ball

that had to mean to something
So lawd when we do it
Please don’t tell us nothing
Cause we gone load em up
And we gone find out where they at
We gone find

Keys Under Palm Trees

Nicki Minaj

Beam Me Up Scotty

2010

Hear the Devil callin', I can hear 'em
It's like I get chills down my spine when I'm near him
Ma, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear 'em
I don't need

the morgue quick nigga
You know about the hot boys
Disrespect 'em a get a call
Ta the morgue quick

I come with, K's and Glocks
Ready ta spray the block
Raise

Down Here

The Hot Boys

Let 'Em Burn

2003

disrespect 'em
A get 'cha call ta the morgue quik nigga
Why'kno about the Hot Boys
Disrespect 'em a get a call ta the morgue quik

(Look look look)
I

Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like

and now I got her playin' in my dreads (Hoe)
I'm with all my bloodas in this bitch, so I don't need no friends (I got 'em)
Boy I had to get it on my own I

looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no

don't wanna lose it all
Got tired of smokin' weed, I stopped poppin' that Adderall

Early in the morning, we be fuckin' from the side
Baby, tell

'Bout to make 'em big mad

Aye, Aye
I got a back to watch (Aye)
'Cuz they got a boat to rock (Aye)
I got get on my p's and q's
And I get some t's to cross

Soulja with that
Aye bae bae
Yuh, ayyee
I thought that I told y'all before
I be goin crazy, I'll tell you once more
Don't get it twisted nigga
Don't be

em i ain’t in my feelings getting mad I’m getting rich,
Put a mag on his ass do em bad and get em hit, 
I been rained on cause i been walk-in through

take that little simmer and turn it into adrenaline
Penicillin could not stop the drive he be giving 'em like mad fours
But fast forward, let's get

niggaz hating
We don’t give em no play
Back up on tha road
Getting lit in a rover.
Bitchs in my lean
Getting litt in a ringe.
Her and two of her friends

Rap God

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP 2

2013

(kill 'em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat
Packin' a MAC in

that boy to get a bag
Tell em count that shit in cash 
Tell em make sure he pay the tab so I don't gotta ask

Is that yo chick 
Getting fucked up tryna

Know I got her
Like Gucci and Prada
Put that on my tab
First I gotta make a milli
Like Soulja boy
Get silly
I'm bringing it back
All these motherfuckas

on you
Bet this feel like Deja Vu
Flipped the script all up on you
Tell your boys that I played you
Niggas always talking
Niggas always chatting
Always in

Yeahhh, oh hoh, yeah

How many times I gotta tell you?

Girl, Im yours

Lets get one thing straight, girl Im yours

You got me

Specially when I talk

mistake, this shit is real
Boy, you should have known by now
Eazy-Duz-It enough to make a nigga go crazy
Sean Price, Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill is