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Good Die Young

D12

D12 World

2004

turn back the hands of time, God should
Forgive what I did as a kid to run blocks
Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots
The fun stops when

ones that still be on the block and in the kitchen
Ain't falling for ya front we read ya book and it was fiction,
You rap about the gun that you ain't

And it's that same ol' stereotype
No they ain't letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell 'em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my

No Shorts, No Losses

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

E 1999 Eternal

1995

tossed by the boss bitch,
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses

[Chorus]

[Krayzie Bone]
Nigga come fuck with me now,
Krayzie that nigga that pump

yea, we have fun and enjoy what you doin'[00:13.05]And Yall know I ain't even the type to rap On this beat[00:15.16]But you know, you gotta switch it up,

Situation

Brotha Lynch Hung

Loaded

1997

vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my

listen
You shitting or pissing
You ain't missing nothing important
Bitch it's a blessing
That through all the stressing
I get to take
What I imagine

really shoot to kill,
Yea its cold outside yea dem niggas catchin chills,
Keep dis heater by side quick to cook em like a grill,
Shlaki n p shiesty u can

that it was done

Thats when the fun stopped my bubble popped so abrupt like a gun shot
Back to reality I was burned by my activities like a forgot

I up the gutta gutta lil boys freeze up
Skeeza all you can do is eat the meat up
It's ten thousand grams of that raw in the freezer
My gun never jam

a nigga for shit I bust my own guns
Keep running around like you sick, going to give your dome bust

My granny used to tell me,
Nigga you live by

Where Are You Now My Son

Joan Baez

Where Are You Now, My Son?

1973

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die

to be solved
I got a lot on my heart, scorn the weary
Never believin' no woman
'cause bitches lie on the frequent
Live and die by this gun
Niggas ain't

We been going
We been going

It's 2021, done wit all that Bullsh** man I'm tryna  have some fun
You can Call up all yo girlfriends man Tonight we can

folded on me

I don't even need no homie, Imma sit back, let me roll this by my lonely

(By my lonely, leave me by my lonely)

Serve a n****, wipe his nose

If your partner want some, we can do it again
Okay, H-U-S T-L-E
G-G-G-A-N-G, yeah, that way
Just pull up, pull up, hop out, hop out
All about

Yea we pull up to Area 51
I'm totting this glocks totting all these guns
I'm kicking it wit cordi yea we have fun
We da most hated Niggas always

a condom?
Ain't no n***a with me starving, if I got it then he got it
Put my bread up, split the profit, bitch you knowing that I'm solid
Street credit

street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle

Catch it and why Hollywood

they ain't no fun
You feel stuck in the city let me take you to a spot where we both know no one
And when I get you in position just don't run
You don't

warriors who died,
Try'n to free us all,



°Emmett Till to Phil-andro Castile,
Great Black lives, washed away,
Time reveals,

Ain't no healing here,
Cause

keep runnin up on me
I need the one (One) not the 23 (Not the 23)
I need the gun (Gun) not the jewelry (Not the jewelry)
I need the fun (Fun) not

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

Yeah, my gun!
It’s the fuckin’ Sargent, 
Stayin’ hotter than the sun.
He the fuckin’ one,
Got the meat between the buns,
Been the illest rhymer, 
Bumpin’