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Think It's A Game

Jay-Z

The Reason

2001

Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think

(It's Havok, baby)
(I swear that's Ekayy)
(Heatmaky got the hit, though)
They run when they hear that the ting goes bang
Sku-du-du, du-du-du,

up on midnight
On midnight
Bang
Shoot 'em up fire it
Bang
Rock in' it
Pocket it
Bang
Get on your drums and
Bang
Bang
Bang
On a Saturday night we're

possesses a heart of glee
Who could teach me knowledge of fueling the malice deep in my soul
In a rocket lighting the fire to speed and get to the goal

Yo 757 718
Stand the fuck up
I got Haze on the track
Haze on the beat
2019 Bringing nothing but heat
Ya dig
Bang Bang
Gang Gang
See ima get this

Still in the game cuh my name aint shyro wont Get twanged by bitch like kayla
I ain't no caped crusader
Back out my saber do it like Vader
Lemme show you

The Heartbreakers, The Voidoids
And he wrote the song that gave the new
'70s punk generation it's first anthem yell

"I was screaming get me out
Of here before I was

has committed suicide
And we can now confirm that The shooter has committed suicide 
By shooting himself in the head

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG
BANG

that only smash in Bentleys
Pussy so good that the nigga went and bought one
Know that her panties get wet when it start up
I hop on the beat make

The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled

get to choose
Go faster boy you bastard better move
So you can live your life for more than booze
Lose or win
It doesn't really matter
Who's the king?

crashes get to choose

Go faster boy you bastard better move
So you can live your life for more than booze

Lose or win
It doesn't really matter
Who's

Rapper's Delight

The Sugarhill Gang

Rap: Hall of Fame

1992

I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a, you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie,

Rapper's Delight

The Sugarhill Gang

The Showdown: The Sugarhill Gang vs. Grandmaster Flash

1999

I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a, you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie,

go)
I just bought a trap house, it's sittin' by the lake, yeah
I just bought the fentanyl, put it on my face, yeah (woo)
Trappers in the section now,

was a gong
Oh, oh, oh oh woah
Brrrt, yeah, woah
Yeah, I said I love her it's just for a night
Still fucking this hoe almost missing my flight
Double cup

every girl in history
She bangs, she bangs
I'm wasted by the way she moves (she moves, she moves)
No one ever looked so fine
She reminds me that

DOA nicca, dope on arrival
I don't throw dirt but I dump on my rivals
To get tha best I moved west no Fivel
When it comes to moving weight I be tha

Bang Bang Bang

Q-Tip

Now, Vol. 77

2010

Un, deux, trois
Bang, bang, bang

Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information
But there's

you ain't gonna hit for free
She up in it, bitch
Miss Chloe Femme Dom, bang a gong and get it on, I just might seduce your mom
She up in it, bitch

If

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,

Shackled on his jumpsuit through the gates.
It gets better, as it grows deader.
And I'm confident inside that she won't wait,
I wrote a letter, upon

(yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust for tryna play with us (baow)
Keep the picture, catch 'em

it bang

It seems every night I get initiated
Crazy thing is I initiate
On your body like daylight
Under your body like goodnight
Go ahead, baby