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Bangin'

Master P

Master P Presents...West Coast Bad Boyz II

1997

marbles nigga 

But I got two sides 

Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area  I mean the Westside 

With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz

Welcome to Los Angeles, caught slippin' then yo chain gone
Day and Hoovs, down for life, tell 'em stay strong
Get a dope spot at the studio, niggas be

outrun it or duck or get a new Chuck?
Up against the wall, won't confess y'all
One more move and I'm gone
And so I guess y'all
And let me tell you, so lend

don’t be so appalled
I tell a bitch what’s good
She gone chuck chuck’s wood
Don’t need info when I give her the log
Ugh tread lightly
I don’t give 2 fucks

Kill Em Live

Public Enemy

Bulworth [Original Soundtrack] [Clean]

1998

What's better to understand then be misunderstood?
Cause the FBI is up to no good
Power to the peeps who come with their own drum
And don't end up like

Air Hoodlum

Public Enemy

Greatest Misses

1992

Hank Shocklee calls
     music's worst nightmare

"Hey, he's a good kid"

[Chuck D] Air Hoodlum (repeat 2X)
[Tony D] Check check, check

Bangin'

Master P

The Best of Westside Connection

2007

marbles nigga 

But I got two sides 

Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area  I mean the Westside 

With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz

welcome to my world
I'll show you pain you never seen it
Slapping patches out of niggas and we
Mean it when we scream it
Never be givin' a good god damn
So

know who the fuck Chuck Berry is now
You know, the Blues was, Robert Johnson, now, the fucking Blues is Eric Clapton
Like Hip-Hop is gone be the same

to basic rappers
I'm status under these stages I stay on
Overstepping foes like I'm A.I
The double crossed enabled to be computed 
By suckers while they

gone||Now from time to time|I see you pass me by|But it's just a stranger's face|that make me do a double take|It's like your always on my mind|So I pray

One Last Chance

Jandek

This Narrow Road

gonna lose myself
And it'll be too late
Don't let it be too late now
Don't let it be too late now
I need another chance
Cause it's gone too far
I hope

I'm sorry love, but I can't go for that
Once I leave your life, I'm gone for good, there ain't no coming back
You tried to play me like a fool,

see me in public, no photos, man
I need some privacy please
Good girl, she just sat on my face
Now she's sayin' her legs have gone weak
Bad, bad,

Tie Goes to the Runner

Public Enemy

Greatest Misses

1992

Kissin' the good bye
        Goin' goin' gone
        Keep it flowin' on
        Like a lemon I ain't livin'
        Like a lime here's a line

ways
Then I promise you gone sing His praise
Won't he do it

You're amazing, you're incredible
You've been so good to me
You keep me safe from harm
Lord

understood is overstood
You could be a bitch and a
Snitch and still rep the hood
Your bars are no good, we don't trust you
Not you, not one biff, you

(I swear)
All I'm trynna do is hit a lick and put my dog on
Big time
Chuck the money up until it's all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch

s*** plastic you can have b****  I’m good. 
Still feel like my b**** the baddest in the hood. 
And Yea I know the magic you can’t have it boy I’m good

for one team recognize who on my side
Count my blessins before I wake and every time I close my eyes
I'm tryna be a man blinded by my foolish pride

Creepin' Solo

Chamillionaire

Southern Royalty

2009

and the Japanese is like saiyonara
Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be here when you gone tomorra
I'll be back that's termination
Extermination you don't exist

of this falling down
Catching me it's exhausting
All of this on repeat
I'll be gone by the morning, yeah
I'll be gone by the morning
I'll be gone by

there be light
No gang banging in new york tonight
Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger then life
Turn up the kid mic 'cause ya'll ain't listening

Chuck a couple bands at me I'll bring them fucking Porsches out
A man told me, he gone handle me the fuck you talking bout
Must be gay or dumb as shit you