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Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her

a
Name and waiting with
A bitch like try me, try me, try me, try me
And watch what the outcome is
I'm a mix between Heath Ledger and Malcolm X
Outspoken

that 10-60-1
Where anybody from my city probably be the one
Screaming out my lungs
Remember all the stupid shit we done
But we was really doing it for

Hunnids, they wanna run us
What do you lie for?
I don't wanna run this if this gun is up on me
Got the City On Lock coming through like tsunami
Niggas, they

Corner Store

Macklemore

Gemini

2017

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher

like ben ten we
 was stuck in the nine put eight rips in his t wish h
 e was gone by seven
 if u six men it’s me and
 five guys dishing food it’s a way

All we wanted was a Rollie (Woah)
In my city, that's a trophy (Woah)
Only run into them new bags
No more running from the police (yeah)
We did it

Everywhere you go, young nigga better keep your glizzy
Might not make it out with ten, so I walk 'round with fifty
My brother died, I barely cried,

Sunscreen and seaside breeze
Run out the store, it's ten past four
Send a postcard
When you find what you're looking for


But I, I
Wont count down the hours

Ghetto Knows

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

New York the city that never sleeps 
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets 
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids

ride)
And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (but he died)
Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (let's get it)
Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly

Slangin'

UGK

There's One in Every Family

1998

block to a terror scene
Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down,

classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me

Yeah
Jacquees said, yeah, yeah

I'm a young, Black Maynard, mama gospel singer
Daddy dope slanger, born from the anger
Tryna work a angle, get

To Run Up All These Em’s I Swear I Had No One 

(Yeah)

When I Went And Signed This Deal I Swear I Had No One 

No One (x4) 

When I Was Down At The Bottom

and the alleys
Stunk from things that used to live there
Ahhh that wasn't the city I remembered

A Child in the street, barefoot pullin' at his
Mama's tattered

POA

Future

Future

2017

Shit gettin' too specific
10 black whips I'm too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I'm too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought 'em

they took their sons
[x2]

One died from whiskey
And another in the war
One died by suicide
And the last one by the gun

Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns

from that block that you claim
Gon' catch from the gram, that's a shame
Can't fuck with you niggas no more
Can't swim, but you goin' offshore

By mama

Intro No Label II

Migos

No Label II

2014

shit
We the first niggas to come out the A, on that real street shit
That real Northside shit, holdin' their muthafuckin' county down
Not city, nigga,

King of my city yeah
King of my city ugh
King of my city yeah
King of my city ugh
King of my city yeah
King of my city ugh
King of my city yeah
King

Ridin Round the City With My Top Down
I got the bitches all on me cause I stunt loud
Im in the cut fucking up checks
Made my mama proud
We counting

Magic City
Boucoup of Tens, Twenties, Fifties in her titties
It's too many, so I had to pause, couldn't hesitate
Love was speaking Spanglish, she so extra

to tuck it in
Ten niggas, and we all got glizzys, cuz we snuck them in
Lil mama acting bad and boujie, so I fuck her friend
She a lil squirter, so you know