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the pussy apart
Shawty it's on after dark
Step to the mic and now I got ya
 call me Young Sinatra
The flow is prominent,  hella dominant
On time with it when

and we don't play, I don't got time
For your petty thinking mind, son, I'm bigger than those
Claiming that you pack heat but you're scared to hold

Self Control

Laura Branigan

Superstars in Digital

1985

Through the wall something's breaking
Wearing white as you're walkin'
Down the street of my soul

You take my self, you take my self control
You got me

and gimme your body
Let's take it so far, so far, 'cause girl, I got to know

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, nowhere left to go
Na-na-na-na

(Woo, Oh my god)
I got a gun so big that it shoot by it'self
(Woah)
Got a gun so big it don't fit on my shelf
(Woah) when I shoot that gun it
Gon' lower

I Got to Have It Too

Aceyalone

Accepted Eclectic

2001

living one time, I got to have it

360 knowledge of self (I got to have it!)
Records all over the shelf (I got to have it!)
The wind underneath my wings (I

But you never got fucked by thug nigga
Baby never come on! I know you're fuckin'
With some drug dealers
But you never got fucked by thug nigga
Haha

head

And you're gonna find out   
(Na na na na na na) (whoa ooh ooh yeah)
(Na na na na na na)
There's no one like me
You're gonna find out    (whoa ooh

Saturday
We've got so much to say
You're telling me the story of your day
We take a picture so that we can show
The perfect corner of the perfect

I don't need your love
I got a lot of it, for myself (for myself) 
Self
For myself, self, self

I don't need your love (I don't need your love)
I got

Inside that was crushing her
I got something to discuss with her
I'm coming with the tech
With the ear holes and the mufflers

You're the only one I

Hardcore Sinista

Written by J. Robinson, J. Holliday
Performed by The Bizczar Sinista

I wanna give a shout to Onyx and 100 Mad Niggahs

One gun

Sound Of Madness

Shinedown

The Sound of Madness

2008

tombstone mentality
If there's an afterlife, then it'll set you free
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy

You think that by

the gun smoke" livin in the fast lane
Flippin like you're insane
You won't stop until your blood
Runs down the street drain
I got an idea, give me a minute

a body for a body
I think I want to hurt somebody
Me and my city swimming in denial
Watching bodies pile, faux necrophiles
I'm haunted by the ghosts

(Holy Matrimony) Letter to the Firm

Foxy Brown

Ill Na Na

1996

the back stairs
Like twenty grams, plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erased the code and flipped the license plate
Got all the phone calls

cherry on top
me, nas and rae got the best product on the block

[rae] strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit
[ghf] word up, throw your

Right Back at You

Mobb Deep

Wu-Chronicles

1999

you're from
Cause where I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way, niggas don't got remorse for out-of-towners
Come through fronting

Dan's a self made man
He's got a five year mortgage and health plan
Stops when he hits the gas
'Cause dammit if he can't run, he'll just crash
Crash

Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run

And I been had

If you feel what I say, you'll understand what I'm talking about
If you hate what I say, you're exactly who I'm talking about
Don't give a fuck if

Yeah, you're chilling with a winner, in the sheets
Clinton to Lennon, sending baby, this just a beginning
Is what I told her

Do you listen to hip-hop

- I've got guns!

If you invite me to a massive drama
It's not a petting zoo, but alpaca llama
I'm a great shoot: my aim is boastful
You're a rubbish

getting poked as well
So, bun General Asad, we're a bag of rebels
This crow's got a bag of bass
And you're a bag of treble
How can I listen to a man
Who