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for fun
But when I break 'um off
I bust a rhyme just like a shot gun
Still talkin' shit?
Shut your mouth
Less you want some
My balls, your chin, like

Ghetto D

Master P

Mix Tape, Vol. 1

1998

Ain't no fuckin order too big 

And makin crack like this is the song 

You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long 

Never cook yo

Speeding on the run 
Man on man shit I ain't ever need no gun
Used to mix the xan with the coka and the rum 
Made it out the trenches got mad love for

shouldn't mix
But she was showing by July
So blame the fire of 1994 that I'm

Sweet fruit from the tree, Hemlock on the tongue
Raised from some roots

kinda but as a rhymah,
He still get outshined by an old-school new timah
Gained a bit of weight, ate up the beat from China
A song of like a hundred lines

Everything I rap it help you see uh
You know twon get to snappin on the beat uh
Load another song up it's on repeat uh
Lil shortie wanna turn up

gossip
You all in the mix
I landed by five and I flipped it by six
Why we chasing the bag if we already rich
Like working all day but I don't get a check

I created the wave so you know they gone hate
Big guns put them shits to yo face
Bad bitch tryna see where she stay
She a bad bitch so you know her

100 Miles and Runnin'

N.W.A

Icon

2014

Miles and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct,
Is one

Why he keep dropping my name in them songs if he ain gon spin on nun
He keep on flexin' all them poles, you know them not yo guns
Pull out my Glock,

the effort too, but..
I just keep coming back
I'm hoping that you choose me
Before you gotta lose me
Mix signals, so loud, so confusing
So girl, I'm hoping

The Chubbster

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

your year's gonna come
You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me
Waitin for my turn to burn
and get a million-five, and a tax return
that be

I be doing this shit on the regular
Gun got a name, as I pull out Mariah, u wildinout by the way that I carry it
Pop me a perc, then I finish

Get Up

Kottonmouth Kings

Hidden Stash 420

2009

on
Misunderstood pourin it ain't done row
Yeaahhh..we been hating
Been raining stuck to a gun
Somehow we made it
They just can't silence this song

I get up (i get

awake wid the riffle a gun play fully one law bima pon the run way if a war you whant we na complain tigi stack the million a so the funs stay you deff!!!

I pop a perc to ease the pain yeah
Said I been going through some thangs yeah
Gotta keep my gun I don’t know who to trust
Its YSL who fuckin with us?

on me, new rock on me
Maybach beige and Nikehead
Tracksuit got special powers, these guns carry dollars
Mutilating chumps by the lump sum
Jump if you

from the cops like a marathon
Cut em' to the palm
Sing a sad song to your bitch
Now she sendin' me emoticons
Fuck her throat on the intercom
In my

getting darker by minute, it's getting darker by the.....
Sam Cooke made a song that is still relevant.  c change didn't ever come and I'm still asking it.

I pop a perc to ease the pain yeah
Said I been going through some thangs yeah
Gotta keep my gun I don't know who to trust
Its YSL who fucking with

GOLDEN HIP HOP (Oddmanoutmusic Mix)

Written by: J. Robinson III, J. Holliday
Performed by: The Bizczar Sinista

This is powerful, the impact,

against the corrupt
Force feeding garbage just to earn a buck
They're out of luck with their whack songs
Lyrics so trash
Selling music crack to the masses

Them gun sounds Result with death and I ain’t talking from the ear,
Caught him at the stop sign got hit up from his rear,
Ain’t no point of skirting

your style 
They wish to see the day 
When the Telly* go die 
But i make it inna life by the help of the most I 

Mix up mi reggae with a piece