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point
You and me, we ain't the same, that's the point
You know it is
I'm Orchestrating every lane at the point
I ain't trying to win this game by a POINT

Rudeboy Salute

Buju Banton

Terror Squad

1999

Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,

handouts
I ain't the one, you n***** can't come around
Fucked her once, now she wanna have a son
Got a gun, so he wanna act tough
N***** be goofy ion like

(Martin, I fucking hate you)
Shawty got Casamigos, she down with the fun
Shawty on my side, she clutching my gun
She gives good brain but you know

me a gun 
Let’s have me some fun 
I think he’s a bitch so I call him my son 
Stay outta my dm’s unless you’re my bm 
I’m rapping so fast, they can’t

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

Life’s not so smooth
Is not a bed of roses 
Full of ups and downs 
With guns and roses 

Hope for the best 
and live for the worst 
In everything you

Overdosing off the dope
Comatosin' on the low
Keep my hands on some coke
Like guns n' roses, rock n' roll
The guns we tote is not for show
Welcome

an itch
That I'm gonna ignore
Don't play with a fire if
You don't wanna get scorched
I'm bored of my gun
I'll have more fun with a sword
I see you running

she a go getter (Oh yeah)
I need big stick and prolly some, rosè
Grind me a hit, gon buy me a rolex
Mind to this shit, but its fun never no stress
I got

Now I’m staring at this cross n it’s covered in snow
For weeks, had these thoughts up in my head
My Demons, yea, they wanted me dead

Bring it in
Back

it for fun
Dumb mani leave sucka niggas so stanky
You toying with this shit my nigga living fugazi
No safety I'm uping this gun blowing it my oppers

you really ain’t bout it at all
They come through back door, robbery, it’s like my lor n****s was passing the ball
I got some people proud of me and I

wish for

If he belongs to the streets oo
Mama I don't mind
If he belongs to the ghetto oo
We'll still be fine yh


Guns and Roses
Guns and Roses
It's

*gga hit a lick By myself 
Why would I fight if the gun on My left 
Open the door and we hop in yo Sh*t
N*gga be fronting but really a B*tch
Say that he

pull the gun out

Money make her come out

Especially when the sun out

B****s p**** pop out

Love it when I show out

F*** what n****s talm bout

I be

off me
Lil nigga
Not the smartest move

Had to part ways with my last bitch
Cause she ain't follow rules

Press a button
Then it's R I P shirts n Fox

Tout n'est pas si facile

Suprême NTM

NTM Live

2000

Rock on, do the dance y'all
It ain't nothin' like
It ain't nothin' like
It ain't nothin' like
It ain't nothin' like Hip Hop music

Tout n

(Earl on the beat)

(Woo)
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain't no

ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner (yeah)
A-T-L-A-N

a case since 93


Yo, moves is made, Niggas is paid
That's just how it is when my time is up
Ima be out but ima try to live
I'm eating day by day ain't

Y'all Don't Know Us

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

on you

Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true
I got love for you only to a certain exstend
N****s ain't worth s***
Cops and ride

(Aint scared of nun n****a,
Platinum, Prezzy
This a P right here)

My n****s really killers
My n****s really on it
My n****s got more guns then the whole

wanna blow me
Had to get this shit all by my mothafuckin' me lonely
Once I, once I, once I get it
TayK verse 
Gun time, gun time, now I gotta kill him I