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all in the same gang

Bein' the pimps that we are
We're here to speak on a situation
That has gone too far
Here at home in the ghettos of LA
Where

some pornography
I hate bitch made niggas, I hate pussy niggas
I don't fuck with niggas
Like the KKK
Like the Klu Klutz Clan
Those are some kind

Tell Me Baby

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Stadium Arcadium

2006

Tell me, baby, what's your story
Where do you come from
And where you wanna go this time?
You're so lovely, are you lonely?
Giving up

a chorus
We are family
Musical brothers no not them Jonas
Street nigga
Dinner in them corners care to join us
Oh yeah

Oh no I'm not done fella
Oh no I'm not

My 19th Birthday

Dave

Game Over

2017

serve
My friends and my mum, my brothers and my girl
I don't want short-term success or a banger
Man are signin' to a sentence, gettin' lost in

the floor
Six baby but dreams always wanted more
He only ate shrimp since that boy was poor
I'm trying to show you the bigger picture
Watch how you coming

and prison are made out of images that melt into thin air
cnd wrenched from your rest drenched in sweat with a head full of dread 
In the dead of the night you

smarter than that we're
The ones in control
Again why are we never in control?

Why are we stuck with a baby?
Why are we always stuck on
The welfare line?

Yeah but I see the odds are clearly
Falling, dreams are fade away, yeah
Try pressing on a start that’s over, oh yeah
Yeah
But the sky is drawn and leaves

on, keep on pushing

Look
What's your motive?
What's your motive in making these lyrics?
Are you trying to touch the people as soon as they hear it?
See

Maybe you should get it right
You should get it right

Bring me back to fucking life
Lyrics are my soul
A soldier in another life
Selling dope
Until I saw

been rappin' for some ages where do I begin? (Huhh?)
All these rappers are my children I created trends
I been building buildings higher than the empire

are injected with serums that leads 
To skin irritations, babies being born with 
Disfigurations, experimentations 
On their faces there bear world

of the Jonas brothers band
And Where's the mini-skirt made of denim
And why are there so many movies about venom
And now streaming became tv
It has sitcoms, game

Hip Hop

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith

1995

kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game 
that put me

kill (Lord)
He gotta show him that it's that real
We ran up on him with the pipe like, "N-, stand still" (Jesus)
"You took my brother life, you made

kill (Lord)
He gotta show him that it's that real
We ran up on him with the pipe like, "N-, stand still" (Jesus)
"You took my brother life, you made

And she wanted nothing to do with a brother
Cause some girl told her I'm her baby father
She's lying to my dream girl
My dream girl
My dream girl
Why she

as lyrics are
Called, because he lives now
The legitimate life
Writing sentences, not jail
Sentences rap bars, not jail
Bars and those jail bars come
From

grandmama
Look what they made me do
Swipe a zip from under they nose
That's why I'm late to school
Eyes devil red but my clothes
Carolina baby blue
Had

Keep Your Eyes on the Prize

The Action

The Best of Cold Chillin': In Control, Vols. 1-2

2001

your eyes and you'll see what I see
Brothers are fallin, homegirls are callin
Themselves independent, but yo, we're all in
The same boat together, it

Initiated

2Pac

15 Years on Death Row

2006

gon' hit yo' ass up. 
You know where we comin' from 
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt 
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it

Hip Hop

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith [Clean]

1995

the world they just don't understand 
My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan 
Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat 

My people are you with me where

growth in my lyrics, like streaking out a loopful in a petri dish,
I’m going slow with these lyrics, accurate perfection
Don’t poach, we don’t need a baby