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hickey and a blow
I need a bit of nickey and a show

Zim zimma
Big Swiffa
I get your gyally wet
She's a river
Phone me in a sec
I'm in the T
Can't

stiff knock degrees outcha/ heavy metal shit big like its Ilgauskas/ you'll need two hands just to hold it proper/ in a room full of wolves I’ll be

is more than a cypher
Ya boy rocking heads back n forth like windshield wipers yea
Ask ya bitch Im the one they wanna get wit
Bang ya girl brains out

mando

Ima king like James ball like Jordan 
Call me Dennis the menace bad boy like Rodman 
Whippin up a spread 
Salt bae with the Ramon 
I be going raw

too
10 got ten tryna aim and shoot
This big lead in the skeng
We don't pay for fight like Pay-Per-View
S just let that bang out the German
I smack

Gangsta Nation [Clean Version]

Westside Connection

Hip Hop You Don't Stop

10]
Evacuate the building look here come a plane
No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang
And bump what you plain homey this who bang
With enough

(No cap)
And boy, I'm from the real Chiraq, like Pap
(Chiraq) cuh was chillin' with his bitch
Now his brains in a lounge (On bang)
Own a 762 or a 556
Fo

I get up in the A like Georgia boy
And I bang on a nigga like a glory boy
Be with Fonem but I ain't from Illinois
You gone die if you reach my

dumb-asses! (Get fucked!)

Okokok yea
Yea, you big tech dumbasses! (Bang!)
That's what your asses get (No way!)

We can all pretend that your pen
Went eleven

y'all look like big fans
I stand on that business, by myself, I'm like a kickstand (huh)
I stand on that business like I'm workin' with a suit and tie

and banging ha, boys gon feel us man
Boys gon feel us, wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what
My love, have you ever seen a
Candy coated Exursion, swang and bang
Still

Back against the wall
You ain't stabbing that
Swing with a knife
And I'm grabbing that thing
And I'm letting it bang
Before you blasting back
Been with

Never Going Back

Mike Stud

This Isn't the Album

2015

like YSL, I'm in a big truck so you can hear me coming
By myself, I'mma tell you something
If you not my family, I don't owe you nothing
Off a bit I

and my homies been way too obnoxious
Too many chicks out looking like oxes
Know I'm the man and I'm flexing my options
Cooking up work, man I bang out

Oh no
Yeah
Fisha
Whoo
Yo learn me up
Ain't enough room in here man
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Load it up and bang it
Itchy trigger finger aiming
With

to rhyme tight, beauty in her eyes like
Wanna take her away, mic felon
Take her on a journey, where we going? No tellin'
But I've, been blinded by beauty

own shit, cause Rice is the truth
Extra manage loose, V-Town, Lil Bruce

Big DJ Goose from 72nd put me on
Now everybody and Cali want Rice on the track

clips 
Then we take off 
Type 2 serve a Nigga 
ct his day job 
If you down bad, 
It's gon take time 
Bang on my chest again 
Ima hop out this jungle wit

Best Days

Young Rome

Food for Thought

2004

nothin' at all)

Listen up, I remember growin' up in the streets of menace
Where the boys turned thugs, I was labeled a menace
A little bad nigga, momma use

In the Hood

Bun B

Restless

2006

some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,

outta college
Right as soon I started
Every day was at Harlan
Everyday we free falling
We was eating McDonalds
Fill our bodies with toxins
White boy with

I’m at it
Stedfastt like Fortnite’s last man standin’
I come crashin’ the track like
Dragon Ball Z, Vegeta’s Big Bang Attack!
Bpm ravaged, it’s tragic.

a group that can do it nice

You don't need to bang just to hang with us
Double H Boys on the rise you can claim with us
There's no phasing us
Dangerous
Big

on the mic bussin' like a AK better vacate clickclat bang
They use to call me CrookBoy the Gutta Guy I would wild out back in the day
Cleaned up my ways but