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then Start squeezing in this bitch
I keep it on my hip
I was slipping, niggas caught me by myself
Out here naked, that shit almost got me killed
So now I

his skin is green
I'm crying he's so weak
Needs help to the car
Needs his team

Last time I hug him
He says to me
When I die
I'll be by your side
Look

Uh oh, Luka made that mother fucking beat
Bitch I'm lit up, I might walk off in this bitch and hold my wrist up
Get in his feelings if I tell him

Tony Story 3

Meek Mill

DC4

2016

or not
And then they feel some time of way he disrespectin' the block
But Paulie don't give a fuck, you disrespect him, you shot
Live by the chopper law

Big playa shit
Big playa shit
I know it's kill or be killed
I know it's kill or be killed
I know it's kill or be killed
Niggas gone smile on your

shock

But I still manage to roll over and
Pin him down and I'm thinking
I'm so lucky I zipped up when I did

I jumped up and slammed all the
Doors

Somebody's Gotta Die

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death

1997

'm interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I

Conversations all day
Just mind Conversations all day
Just mind Conversations all day
When ah talk to the you or the him
When I blew over there
If I knew woulda

Um, somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled, "Shoot him!"
Something to that effect, he grabbed the gun which was near by 
And he started,

Um, somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled, "Shoot him!"
Something to that effect, he grabbed the gun which was near by 
And he started,

of
Shit that I've already witnessed, this probably twisted my thoughts
All I can hear is drama with mom and him
I can always hear 'em arguin' down

watched his eyes fade 
Felt his body turn cold
I didn't just kill Him I killed his mother as well

I killed your sister
I made her feel like she was less

The Ongoing Speculation Into the Death of Rock and Roll

The Glorious Sons

The Ongoing Speculation Into the Death of Rock and Roll

2019

wanted him dead, who killed the rock and roller?
Who put the gun to his head, who killed the rock and roller?
He's a t-shirt now but nothing more

Who

Killed him, now I'm laughing off a drive-by
Stick poke out the window, know he lacking
Make him fly high
We done shot him in the back end

the window but I grab him and blind him
By slowly pushing my motherfucking fingers into his eyes
And it's finally time
I stab him in his thigh times nine
So he

it's over with)
Get up off your ass, stand by the door 
You lazy in the trap (you really ain't sellin' shit)
I know I'ma make it out, but lately 
I

brothers got killed
How I feel, I ain't feeling nothing but war in the air
Anywhere you go, anytime shit can get drilled
You better keep you at peace, you

killed what's in my cup and now I'm way up out it
So I might bust a couple shots if I feel way about it
Yea yea so
Baby please don't play about it
What's

gotta get it together, how we ain't kill him yet?
He need to get killed expeditiously
That's how T.I. would've said it if he was me
I know bigger words

Patrick Bateman: Howard
It's Bateman patrick Bateman
You're my lawyer, so I think you should know
I've killed a lot of people
Some escort girls in

to all those who believe
You fund a war by stealing all of my children's music sheets


Orthodox man when you're gonna die out and go extinct?


(Kill him

bitches is talking, they live at, I'm twisting your alley back
You killed my man
You killed my man and you sent him back
After this day, watch your head

The world is so toxic, I can barely breathe
It's people that's getting killed by the police
That's why every day I get down on my knees 
And pray

the wall like every week
Famous city by the sea
The streets was cold I felt the breeze
I rose from out the ruins
Broke the mold and they neglected me
Hitting