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We walk with the dead (below zero)
We keep 'em on ice (below zero)
You heard what he said (off with his head)
Guillotine rap, yeah the killer team's

day then we pose for the nice lens

Seat up (ha)
Tell 'em pull the beat up (pull the beat up)
Turn a Cole summer to a heater (to a haa)
Always been

Tony
Macaroni on these low self esteem bitches then I pass 'em to my homies
I'm everything these other boys used to be
I can tell by her face she ain't

World freestyle, tell 'em niggas don't play with me, Za
That's sixty bars, that sixty thousand (yeah, King Rollins)
Another twenty for the pendant

answers man, think
We're far below standards
Don't tell me anger won't help us
You told me the cancer would shrink
We need a shrink
We just see boys

Made in America

T-K.A.S.H.

Turf War Syndrome

2006

The Last Poets - updated by Ethan]

I love niggas, because niggas are me. And I should only love that which is me. I love that you niggas go

Makin' Records

Maestro Fresh-Wes

Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!

1998

your boys around your way giving you credit
'Cause you can have a spectacular, vernacular
But take your contract to a lawyer to look after ya
'Cause

What Yo Name Is

Group 1 Crew

Group 1 Crew

2007

I bet you didn't know that we would come with this
Hip-hop with a twist
Hey DJ you better make 'em dance to this
Turn it up turn it up, put down

College

Lil Mama

Vyp - Voice of the Young People

2007

roll up freshen up at a food concession
Can't talk to strangers
I wanna ask em questions
Saw a woman cryin'
Boy face the fence
I don't wanna go

shit
'Cause I done been shot at by many men
They had hope but he died in a ambulance
They was shook when I hopped out that minivan
Had those boys

So I step into the place with a b-boy lean
You know, fresh, clean and dressed to kill
I lean against the wall and survey the scene
Music's on, I

francophone
Tell em' where the fuck I'm from

J'te demanderai jamais pardon
J'demanderai jamais pardon
J'ai fait des conneries comme un sale con
Maintenant j'le

Lust

Janelle Kroll

Collection One

2018

the motive, gotta' tell them what the mode is
Hopin' I can stay alive in the moment
Still got my mind made up
You don't wanna' see the fuck I'm made of
Boy

Avoiding hoe's, no award shows? they been asking
Where the boy go, can he even pay his taxes?
Only lord knows where he do to get the dough
50 tell it buck is

By any means necessary, it's about to get scary
Call all your friends, tell em come in a hurry
Word on the street, is these niggaz got plex
So y'all

(hello)
She with ten jawns, I'm with ten niggas
You know the gang fuckin' the rest (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tell 'em to come to the section, they pull up no

crazy ass Crooklyn kids
'Cause they always throwin a body on my lawn
I'm gettin' a Rott-weiler, without a collar
Get off my block boy and give me

I done did a lot of fucked up shit on my time on the planet
But I couldn't tell you what regret taste like, no
If you fuck with the Doctur, you

a punch
Told Dee put the steak down
He working up a gut
Apple jack breakfast but I'm finna
Turn 'em in by lunch
Bitch told me pull up on her then
She got

better check in
I ain't talkin' no lobby
Tryna fuck up a sack
Me and money was trippin'
I hit the block and tell 'em
Brick no walkin' no skippin
I'm

always get they shit split
????I talk alotta shit boy my mouff reckless as hell 
????Every bitch that’s in my click some ghetto bitches fr 
????They smoke

choked
That boy ain't squeeze
Fifteen racks a day, I'm tryna make cheese
This rap shit workin' out, sick I came wheeze
In the trap puttin' O's on the clock

let's go, alright, hit Vaughn
There you go, all the way
Boy, shoot it, shoot it, shoot it

I wrote this on an Amsterdam canal
I rode a wave and left

Yeah real
Real, real, real real, real
Yeah i'ma tell y'all 'bout 'em

I knew a killer named Pluggo
Kept a smile on his face
Thumped the bouncer in