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Rugga)
(It's D.B.E., Ahh)

You know wassup when we pulling up (Pulling up)
Big whips when we steppin out (Stepping out)
Call up the big steppaz (Big

gone, woah

Big money, big money, who wan’ fuck with us?
All you bitches all you bitches
Bang

guns I was with the gunnas in the
Gutta strep throat leave a nigga
Coughing up a stomach big chops
Bussing down the door no
Knock knock drive-by shot in

chrome
Bang have your life line sounding
Like a Dial tone you got a girl? Leave her
2000 I'm tucking that
I have no problem spraying the can
I love the Axe

like Cam'ron 

Huh' but you can't run
Creme de la creme what dis taste like
Big bite, Dessy bang my line I need that hurricane
Swim good, swear I feel

the O
Knock, Knock, Knock
No Door
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang
On froze
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
On froze
Big old beam we go
I'm getting money now
Niggas funny

New York Giants

M.O.P.

Yeeeah Baby [Clean]

2000

uncut (yeah)
Long time comin', ya heard? (yeah)
M.O.P. (c'mon) 
Big motherfuckin' Punisher (uh, uh)
What ya gon' do?
Terror Squad (yeah)
Bronx,

Bands start coming in 
Packs start comming in 
Break that shit then roll up
Big glock fuckin hit
Red dot on yo head
Fruity ass nigga get rolled up

Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up

Southern Gangsta

Ludacris

Theater of the Mind

2008

[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"

yo beat don't bang
Why yo beat don't knock
We pull up, turn out, then flee the spot
Why yo beat don't bang
Boy, my beat go boom
Pull something big out

tripping nigga (Brrra)
Touch Glizzy lil' bitch, then I'm on yo' ass (Off rip)
And off rip, I leave you in that body bag

(G Herbo:)
You think just

might shock
To leave these shackles on my feet
I feel the heat it's gettin deep
Both eyes open when I'm asleep
The big situation got me stuck in a drought

to riches that my testimony
Same niggas on my line for features just was flexing on me
Big Birkin bag she gone get it just for sexing on me
Draco with da wood

overly fucked in the beef
Pretty sure I landed a bang to his teeth
Man will get banged in the face by me
Not my bredrin, banged in the face by me

Stand up like a army truck
Big dawg niggas know whats up
Run em over im a real thug
In my city people showing love
Lil bro but im big cuz
Stand up

that I’m Gang related 
Yea Big Bs my slimes with me
Keep a pole on me yea I run in these streets
Gotta that cousin that bang yea he throw few Cs
These

Cup like Kirko Bangs, shawty she ready to bang
I hit the money like Lotto
She trickin
The trick is
Don’t chase no thotties, they follow
Came for

VO dude
Good kid turned to the goon
Good kid mad city where it's full of doom

Thinking of a way to make 6K by noon
Then do it again, they know I'm

darkside man... Bang on tha darkside man,
Land of the thuggish ruggish city, will it reveal?
well I went back to my land with a 12 gauge Mossberg Pump, big

so it stays in the man bag

Any time gang gear up (Bang)
We left them block tape up (Bang)
Slap shot make dem wake up, big guns
A spliff where man bake

teeth and nickel sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy 'cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm

Craig, crush the hash
The Beretta's in the stash

Well, bang! let's kick it off like a butt
More fakes than Allen front to leave
You lost like a treasure

and leave me alone
(Leave me alone)
Bitch here strip me for the dough (Brr, brr)
(Why the fuck you in here? I don't know)
Runnin', runnin', runnin' up a bag