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All the Way

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Thug World Order

2002

Ain't goin to the bottom wit y'all
Nah and i wish of y'all could see us bring
[All the way]

[Chorus]

[Verse 9: Layzie]
Hey yo well lil nigga this Bone

on pussy is fire[00:56.20]Lil mama nasty and that's exactly why I be coming back[00:59.17]Imma bend that thang over from the back[01:01.08]Boomerang curve

this one piece
On me like it's Luffy (yeah)
And we finna fear this lil'
Boy like it's Boosie (yeah)
And we finna roll this lil'
Boy like it's sushi
Her

As the World Turns

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

turn burnin' paths, starin' through my rear view
It's a war goin' on, and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin', "Watch 'em they'll kill you"

Eyes in the rear view
So I can see clear through the haters

One love to my niggas, two claps for my hoes
Buy a dime piece some clothes, well nigga
I

to 'em) keep my royalties to myself
I just mind my business
I just love to be by myself
Proud of how I'm livin'
Put some racks up for my son
'cause he gon'

some gold
Same thang,gang bang
Swang thru in supreme mane
Same thang,gang bang
Swang thru in supreme mane
Same thang,gang bang
Swang thru in supreme mane

I see you goin thru some thangs-i hope you make it/
Bunch a demons in the closet kinda hard to shake it/
If i could change everything it wouldnt be

just ask me how it's all goin'?
Go to sleep, wake up, think 'bout you all mornin'
I do this for my niggas in the ground like lil' Poodie
I do this for

it was on TV
Police shot the lil' homie, he was dead in the street (dead)
Now they twistin' up the story talkin' 'bout some guns
Tellin' lies to his

hitman foolish just like Boosie's screaming five who next
I question God I lost lil Savage never said he leaving
I cried so hard that prolly first time

The Gutter Shit

Ice Cube

War & Peace, Vol. 2: The Peace Disc

2000

goin' to church
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
But can't even make a good thang of cool-aid (ha ha)
But chicken heads get chicken

"Tarantula"
Got Canada on calendar so shout-out to my manager
I walked through in South Africa, I jumped in 'bout four Acuras
I flip it just like a spatula,

If you
Thought ya knew me then
No ya didn't
We some new thangs
Separate from our old ways
Told you we'd be coming right back
Had to take our time

Oh shit put ya middle fingers up on this one
Oh this is the one right here yo
OH we finna get real crunk
Up in this motherfucka man
Lil Jon

checked
Bitch cut the check
Good time not no long time
I just want sun neck
Sweatin bullets through my clothes
Don't get shot by cupids bow
City brudda
In

I'm sending this to all my loved ones that's gone
I wish we could talk, it's just missed calls
I'm missing y'all, Lord know I'm goin through it
Shits

get 'em, never through the mail
The spot be jumpin' like some shocks
No Jigga, get it on for real
Ain't done with that ass, they get done for real

Downshift that bitch wrist twist then I lit it up 
This bitch to fast they ain’t comin 
So many horses that I’m yellin out Gitty up 
Then we ride through

Run Tha Streetz

The Storm

All Eyez on Me

1996

tellin' me don't run the streets

So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone

Aint no tellin where we goin
Top down
Hair going in the wind
Gotta bad lil thang
And she with some bad friends
We just wanna vibe out
Shades on chillin

got diamonds by the boat
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though

AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't

Breakin’ in shit
Runnin’ from twelve
Hittin’ through dips
Got it on my hip
Got to hide the blik’
Love blues like Crip
Got a couple zips
Get it in by the ship

Breakin’ in shit
Runnin’ from twelve
Hittin’ through dips
Got it on my hip
Got to hide the blik’
Love blues like Crip
Got a couple zips
Get it in by the ship