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this flavor 
 With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy 
 The original rump shakers 
  
 Shorty get down, good Lord 
 Baby got 'em up open all over town

they shot my brother in the face
I'm on some other shit
I'ma make you suffer nigga
Kill your wifey and your kids
Shells in the baby crib
Blood

for my fair yulia

HALLOWED EEN
Night flash
Me you
Fists clash
Chests too
Live fast
Die blue
It's what
We all
Must do

Kiss kiss
Bang bang
Conduct
My

off a bean
Tick tock, tick tock, rollie on my wrist its bust down
Bop bop bop, we just shot him, fucking man down
Stop stop stop, quarter on me finna

know the recipe
Get down
Yeah Back down baby
Can't talk about Jews or Gays as these people you be slaying
Back down
Why ain’t the mainstream afraid

Take a Nigga Like Me

Young Soldierz

Gang Related [Original Soundtrack]

1997

they shot and how they carry Glocks
Like I said, some know me from that bang in the West
Enemies know me from pullin straps, bustin caps in they necks

Hear the gun shots sound, another black man down
'Nother innocent killed by the police, which side are you on?
All the violence is red and blue, oh

mother fucker

Shoot me down shoot me down you gon' miss
My life a movie now movie now I got the clips
Your bitch a groupie now a groupie now with her lips

short, so let me keep it sincere
When I'm on that frisbee field, you know my impact's severe (bitch)
I'll be takin' the shots and breaking 'em lots you

these niggas as on blast I'm so savage
If it's Spax then it's gotta be a

Way ahead of my peers I feel I've been here before
They still catching up

lit for Fan
I gotta a chain, walk in the club Ain’t nothing but rain
I shoot my shot thru a text call it Range
I load the clip then I let bang
Baby girl

this industry
If you ain't down with me
Then you my motherfucking enemy
So I'mma have to bring the drama fuck you
Your whole family and your baby's mama

Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets

blick new
Yeah this blick new
Baby girl Im sorry cause your best friend want me to yeah
I really stay down with the gang
She the way my chain hang
Im not

Bust a Slug

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3

Bang, bang, now I'm spittin' slang
Slang with my boy Andrew Jang, and I'm ridin' with the gang

We be mixin' like Yin-Yang, perfect duo, call me Scott

Bet Ya Man Can't (Triz)

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now

Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
So who's next to get

a gangsta
I’ll take you to money
I ain’t fuckin with them funny hoes

One bad bitch tried to set me up
Get me up, out of my hood
You got back, shot that, told

hearing me
Gotta make it for my brothers, trynna set my hittas free
Single mother, six kids, father got shot with a blick
When she told me that your daddy

Tick Tock

Mobb Deep

Insomnia Mixtape

2003

live they shits pop

Hey, hey, tick tock, this is for my hoes
Make your hips rock
Light a L, baby, let the Crys' pop
Get your tick tock from this hip

you looking down
When your dreams are the sky
Tell me how you feeling 
When you standing by my side
Take a deep breath
Help relax your mind
End

know haters they hate that
Come around me with a bad bitch you know I'mma take that
Put a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed that
Drop

to blackstreet
The homies got rb, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
A dog couldn't catch me ass

mansions and stocks
Private beaches and flops
Six year run
Liquire nurture now moisten the crops
Hold me down baby
We gone thicken the plot
Dont start me off