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didn’t mean that you boy’s Should boys start dying
When they said y’all should Go Out with a bang
We getting Big, Big bank
You niggas look like you ain't

Beat in My Trunk

Hurricane Chris

51/50 Ratchet

2007

a ticket listenin' to that hurricane
Soon as the police got out my sight I turned back up the bang
So much vibration in my trunk that my car wont stay in

let em off... (bang)
Don’t make me set it off... (gang)

Virgil Abloh off white.. that’s that boy if u get right?/
Niggas always rap by the 36, like

know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm

Chorus:
Pull up bang it slap it reverse
If ur touch one of mine ur gonna get earthed
Free all the guys in cages like birds 
Wen da mandem drive

They tell me that its karma
They tell me about the drama
I'm trying to get it
For my mother
I came straight about tha garden
Since a boy i was father

be rollin' up the stink
Big blunts, I twist skunk, I'm a steamer
Nina my girlfriend
But the bitch could get dumped
You see the boy
Them thick-ass

Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto

Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto

Unify

Spirits in the Rock

Unify

2003

it by my lonely now I'm the big homie

But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with

on it was one big con
As we hung around the hockey teams
In each boys brain the dream was the same
All I ever went to do is get laid

Now the whole wide

back at our camp. If you boys 
Imagine we're going ahead, you've been stung by creation.
Oh we're not too swift this morning! We're on a round river. 
We

you know what I bang
Bullet the brain, I don't fuck with you lames
If you sayin' my name, then it's followed by King
Pull up and deadlift, we need

Put your bid in
Get your hustle on
This underground shit
And I'm the underdog
You niggas little smoke
Boy, I big chief
Louisiana Made, but I rep Tha'

respect on my name, watch your mouth
Tryna make mama proud
Turn her frown upside down
You hating causing I got the crown
I'm like OT with the pound

Big boy

the wickedest ting
nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
them boys aren't ready for, the wickedest ting
its no long

gon' let the drums bang
Boy came up, I been doin' my thing
When you see me out, know that I'm with my gang
Big body, four door, ride around, switch lanes

I Need a Hot Girl

The Hot Boys

Guerrilla Warfare

1999

shit 
Ridin uptown bumpin hot boys ya bitch 
And that blue faced rolex I bought that bitch 
Keep big head benjamins on through her shit 
Fuck a thug

TITLE: U Tell It!
BY: LYRISTHEPOET 



You don’t know who I know 
So watch your tone 
They’ll call you collect 
Or fucking direct,
Fuck around

For my gang
We gon slide
We gon muh fucking bang
You been getting money
Boy we rep the same thing
Ayy
You ain't talking money bitch
What the fuck you

Do It for H Town

Chamillionaire

Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 4

2008

we do it big then you boys is right
Spending more dough than you saw in ya life
And that's just what ya boy spent on the dice
Instigatin' you

jouer des tours, échoue et c'est chaud
Comme Leto
Tu peux dire hello à mon double bang
Sprite tellement Dirt
Belek au Hold Up
Bat les pattes boy c'est ma

[cover song of "I Got 5 On It" by Luniz]

[Intro]
Haha, re-re-remix, bitch! 
(Throw me that fire!) 
We creepin' in, too, baby! 
(We got 5

gimmicks, boy I'll catch your ass by Sesame Street (brrr brrr brrr)
Whole clique, real ass niggas (siuuu)
We don't gang bang but we call upon the hitters