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open 24/7, bitch we don't close
Graveyard
No gloves on, my hands was so cold
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe's in a black whip
Black tape,

that knowledge for
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't fuck round with no followers
Follow up

1, 2, 1, 2

Method Man & Redman

5 Classic Albums [Only @ Best Buy]

2014

through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen

Off a beat like this

Young boy took a liking
To them guns
Now he rob
Heard he robbed the same nigga three times
Wit his rod
Mod got killed by a childhood friend
Rio got off

cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50
I get my hands on that paper, y'all need to fuck wit' me, bitch
Who want the dice, pray the outcome's nice
like seven

central star

Yeah, I was smiling, but it wasn't much fun
My pretty face being pressed to the ground by the tip of the boot of the man with the gun

A whole waste of a Gun. You ain't gone bust that
If I hit you in yo Shit and still woke you better Punch back

You can tell he a Bitch
First thing he

Singer Songwriter

Okkervil River

The Stand Ins

2008

publicity for
I saw your older sis on the year's best book list
And your brother, he manages bands

And you're keen to downplay
But you're quick

on the motherfucking block
You forgot Cash Rule, nigga? Toss seven figures
He pull a trigger to make that account, get bigger
Had babies to feed, kept a bitch with

hi sar par
Last year, I'd been kept Sherlocked, like a circus
Dost ghost face, one call and he's on ya',
No bandooks, hoti gun jam bruh,
She got

Winnin'

Chief Keef

Back from the Dead

2012

sick shit gold coast
Smoke grade A honor roll
Bad bitches by the bungalow
Real niggas honor those
Playing Louie Im gang banging
Bad bitch twerk

Days ahead, brand new year
Yeah!
Days ahead, brand new year
Time to put this bitch in gear
Manifest and levitate
Take off and accelerate
Days ahead,

You don't wanna get shot
But at the bar you was hard
Ain't even no straps in your car
You better call the law
They got guns, you got a cell phone
Do

just snap the piss,
out a pussy ass nigga like you, nigga fuck ya
Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah!)
Ya'll pussy-ass niggas ain't hard,
stomp

a miracle (ain't that a bitch)
Y'all know that Bone's gon' pop, ten years and still we blow
Just admit that we rock, all night long
You know we keep it thug

How Ya Livin'

AZ

Pieces of a Man

1998

stressin' 
Illegal search, tryna find weapons for gun possession 
Never one for questions, every move made is destined 
Black fluorescence, let's take it

Hood I Know

Sparks

State Property

2001

fragile and timid
Pressed to the limit
12 years old, no household
From the start I was finished

Disowned by the biologicals
And adopted by rolling

Session One

Eminem

I'm Still #1

2011

that, Royce, where you at?

I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by

let's get em
I got shooters by my side that shoot like mellow
Call broem double M gonn shred em
We that big fourteen two seven
I get nothing but green

hoes
All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll
Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo
Pullin' up with the Stinc Team
Bouncin' out with them

lemonade in the shade
Just another day in the 7th Ward by the lake
Yeah, bitch, where I stay
I be riding in that camo Jeep
Double cup is ocean deep
I'm

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah mane you know what I'm sayin' mane (Ayy)
It's Downer mane in this bitch mane (Yuh, yuh)
I'm Alexa, here's addict twenty-seven

Angels with Dirty Faces

Diddy

Forever

1999

on and now we gonna be blastin'

I'm married to the game and every year's the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in

a whole year
And I'm smoking gelato
New life finna be my motto
This shit filling up my sorrow
Gun in my hand I be shooting that bitch
I be shootin' that