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Clown Prince

Hilltop Hoods

The Hard Road

2006

out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!

It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya

And we gonna smoke a ounce to that
G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to that
(haw haw haw)
And i'd be..

Chorus: 

Rollin down the street,

Ready for bed, and I lay my head down
I hope I don’t die in the night
Right now I’m ready to fight
Put my arms up, and then I
Just starve, what

to patrol at night no time to snore nervous to the core
Better stick to your pole
Can't useful as a tool
I know they starting to feel like a mule
Days later

longer feel me
I leave, and did love you, just hard in the moment
You, under so much stress with your family
Fake cancer

Trashed apartment, 8/3
Didn't

to a pastor (3 e’s!)
Uuh uhh B-B-But that don't make him weak
He always By hisself But he got Back up that's his heat
He tryna change his ways But now he Back

Call 911

Rittz

Next to Nothing

2014

close by so she called him on 
the phone and let him know that she had made it home safe

("hey baby I'm home, love you")

But it was spoke too soon,

from the start
Take a seat upon my throne
This frozen kingdom I call home

In your arms I was home
In your heart, I found my own
This last line

here, be ready to be gay'd

I'll be knocking on you like I'm at your front door
Won't be stopping till you're writhing and screaming on the floor
Not till

get the HD
I'll show it likes it 3D
So real that you can feel me
I wonder if they'll see me
On your big screen or the TV
I know one thing that's for

don't play with those
AR hit your arm, have your homies like
"Where'd it go?"
I hate them fake rappers, better calm it down
Come to my town
I'mma show you

Forget, forget about the time
Go get, go find your paradise
You say, it's late
A quarter after three
You know I can't stay away
You're coming home with me
I

a parking spot
(Not tryna separate at all from what we got)
I'd rather mix us up together and finesse the pot
I'm like a comet crashing down towards your

be on Rodeo
I catch the shit like Odell
Name rings like door bells, yeah
With my dawg, Taco Bells
Stood down like floor nails
I was in her DMs,

mine and it's barely even yours and even though I don't mind buying things
There's still something I don't like about how I feel when my money is spent

see police at my front door
Conversation with a fiend

The lean got us sippin' like addicts
The Xanax is causing more damage, yeah
Your pussy is my

'Cause your love hit like percussion
Right now it's like concussion though
I guess I really got to let you go

Did I tell you that I still feel the side

before you get
Shot like Big and Pac
Two shots to your arm and your crouch
We bombin’ your spot, we got it on lock
Please believe I got the heat up

the quiet times, when you feel like cryin' times
The times that we don't get much time at all
Through ups and downs and thick or thin if we can't seem to fit

Like a moth to a flame
You are gluten to feel the pain
Wait by the door
To hear the footsteps
From down the hall
If you build your house of cards

Straight To the Bank [Edited Version; Edit]

50 Cent

Curtis [Clean]

2007

s***

I'm in my Lambo, maggot, my fo' fo', faggot
Doors lift up I'm like Go-Go Gadget
See the s*** I got on, homey I hate too
My teflon arm brought

underground
I'll put your click in a hearse
Two two three, I'll leave your dick in the dirt
Money ain't new to me, haul in the work
Bust down my jewelry, baller

Grand Finale

Nas

Belly

1998

blast
Is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half, you get plugged here, that's just

Constantly, we get the cake
Three through eight, we graduate
Graduate, congratulate
Hit them all and buy the place
Keep the chopper by your waist
And savers,