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trapping he showed me a stack
From that day on all i knew is i needed that
Try to run up on me he get killed for some racks
Put some holes in his house I

That's not you, that's not you, no
Every homie ain't your homie
Cause most of em are imposters
How can he keep it player
When he never made the roster

Robbing and stealing for clothes I ain't have
But now I got money so I'm fuckin' up Saks
(We fuckin' up Saks)
Went from Levi's to G-Star on my ass
My

The Devil went down to hip hop and he
Was lookin' for another soul to snatch
And even though his bag was overflowin'
With rappers from the past
You

but who with him?
If he attacking the gang we gon' spin him
I know that boy ain't got no chop
He just beem capping he talking a lot
I can teach him how

the fire
Doused by the best team
With him when he ridin' out
Cause the check flame when it get divided
Bout niggas livin' through decisions
Learnin' ain't

Got your face in my junk
I'm fucking on your moms
I'm tumping your son
I'm coming in dumb
Taking nothing from them
They be sinning again
All of these

of her, the scent
She always smiled when they passed her by
Kept her laughs and cries tucked away inside
They never stopped on the avenue
Til they found her

X9

Better stay up in yo lane or get caught in crossfire
You can ask your main, pops they a say I got fire
That ain't what my mans said on the gang, he

gotta thank God
Cause he got my back covered like a tank top
I start rapping, I see they face drop
They didn't think that I was midsummer day hot

First

avenue

We were sitting in lawn chairs in hot August sun
Just watching the traffic roll by
Vito just sighed and took out his gun
For a moment I thought he

Ready 4 War

Lil C

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

I'm a motherfucking G, and bitch you gon' listen to me
When I speak, ain't got no time to try to be friendly
Motherfuckers, must didn't hear me
Move

Didn't blame either it was the
Norm to us I mean
None of us my friends had daddys either
I was raised by Erie Avenue
We young niggas carry burners
They’ll

Let's Go

Kool Moe Dee

The Jive Collection, Vol. 2

1995

got him
My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him
With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed
To make him rewind, this time I draw the line
He's mine...just

got me feeling like Jacob
My life ain't the same since I met the Creator
I do this for God; I don't care about the paper
In the pit, then I got saved by

Money coming in buy the counter
Money coming in by the load
Brodie keep it real he ain't solid
Promise never bend never fold
Money coming in money

been crazy
I know there's people I'm missing
Out but it's always love mr olatunji
I ain't even gonna call him by
His name that he knows
But everyone

left out man this shit a blessing and a curse
Done bare shit in life to help myself earn
Aint nobody here for me at my turn
Now its my turn watch me spit

Menace to Society

Above the Law

Livin' Like Hustlers

1990

I walked this path since '88)
To society
(Over 50% of the population has already been overtaken by the group)

Now it's time to go off, somebody got

witnesses seen from carry too
So follow the fever pitch, which, way
Is which
Before you figured it out I done switch
Ain't that a bitch? The way it bumps
Ugh

The Bonnie and Clyde Theme

Ice Cube

What's Up? Rap Hits of the '90s

1995

the treble, the rhythm is the rebel
When you turn red
You get a hole in your head, a fucking hole in your head
Cause my freedom got an AK
Bonnie and Clyde

who? Shot what?
You ain't popped shit but some
Bubblegum and a bump
Who you motherfuckers want?
Leave a motherfucker slumped from
The fuckin' pump
He's

turned us into collateral
By taken our mommies & daddies too
Now we on a whole nother latitude
We bout to pull on your Avenue
You scared of us niggas wit

they bed up
Infrared shit from neck up
Before they got to lit the tec up

[Kool G Rap]
It was a setup, my nigga got hit, they blew his chest up