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blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin

Only way that you gone learn
What goes around comes around
And that karma gone sort you out
Can't sleep in peace
If I'm surrounded by some fleas
Wouldn't

Remember You Young

Thomas Rhett

Remember You Young

2019

innocent after you're gone

'Cause no matter how much time goes by
And no matter how much you grow up
For worse or for better, from now 'til forever

My Kung Fu

Mr. Scruff

Keep It Solid Steel, Vol. 1

2004

the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,

changing, actin’ new
I might be gone but I’m still gunnin’ and I’m coming back for you 
I’m a fighter, born in fire, molded by a blaster
And a dark master,

We gone do it like this
From the A-T-L
all the way down to the 305 MIA
Cocaine capital nigga
yeah the boyz n da hood

The bizness is bitches

Henny i hustle for pennies
Know my own feared by many
I watched and took notes as
A child I strategized
Witnessin' crack dealings and drug
Killings have

business
She always home I'm always gone
Ho stick to me just like cologne
Kush is still Guwop cologne
I smell like five pounds of strong
She won't believe

fuck you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I'm

Light up Aye blunt and let the ash fall
You should know by now
I came up off the asphalt
I ain't even wanna fuck
That was her ass fault
And I never

niggas know I'm the truth I'm Just steady poppin ma shit
Yeah I love to take risk at the sino be Shootin craps
I know after I drop this song I'm Puttin

bitch I be shootin like K-D
What's the word
Ain't talkin money then it's for the birds
Big bad glock trynna put in work
I can get a nigga rocked take em

go

I been goin’ by myself alone, alone
Gotta give me time to write this song
Smokin’ all that loud now my nigga all gone
Goin’ to the top, now my

on my whip and my coupe lookin like a bumblebee
Valet on me by my first name cus I'm a V I P
Trackhawk run him down I pull up and you know it's me
Got

Hope I'm able to make this right turn right here or I'm fucked.
Lil' whodi that I'm with, ballin' up like a bitch.
Instead of tryin' to retaliate by

by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

Time Taker

Geto Boys

Resurrection [Screwed]

1996

happy or the fact that she know she gone
dyin'
Probably some shit we'll never figure out 
I think my mind is plotting plangs and my second mind is trying

out take the wrong route
Going twelve rounds don't get knocked down
Niggas gon step niggas gon clown
Family gone weep where you at now 
Ima transform

life is a movie
Motion picture he get caught by his self and get smoked like a loosey
They gone protect a nigga like I’m gucci
Waka Flocka nigga oh yea

and mad young, wanted to be the one
'Til I got (blaow-blaow-blaow), felt one
Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen (word)
Shootin' that "that's that

Can It Be All So Simple/Intermission

Wu-Tang Clan

Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) [Bonus Track]

1993

Shootin' that "that's that shit" in his blood stream
That's the life of a grimy, real live crimey
If niggas know that habit's behind me
Day one, yo,

a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for

n***a fuck a tester (what)
And by the way take some bread and buy a shooter
So you can kick ya' feet up while he shootin'
Side note gone hire some polices