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The Gangsta Sh*t/The Snitch (Skit)

Scarface

The Last of a Dying Breed

2000

mobster, callin all the shots
From a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker

killers
If you wanna rap
Drop some bars
Make an album
But you don't know
How to string these words
Come to the Monastery
LTtheMonk will be your ghost writer

playin'? Kaepernick
Niggas don't know a star from an asterisk
This that new coffin, new casket shit
My killers killin' on purpose by accident
And you

One More Chapter
© 2002 Nedrick Gavin / Viros Music
Track 3 from the CD album “Change”

Verse1.
Well, yes my baby yeah
If you were a book, hey baby

y'all, uhh
Uhh, uhh, yo (Check it out!)

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
Easy livin, bitches givin pussy like it's free
My GS3 gleams perfectly
Lil' Cease get raw

Small Time

Michael Watts

Sittin' Fat Down South: Platinum Collection

2003

three piece pitch, hittin licks 

overseas, overseas, with bricks, trick 



"I started small time, dope game, cocaine.." -> Scarface 

"Boy don't

Buss Yo' Head

Young Buck

Buck the World

2006

[Chorus]
Y'all niggas ain't no killers, y'all niggas some hos
And y'all act like gorillas, but you already know
If the gangstas feel us, then fifty

Day in America

Sun Kil Moon

I Also Want to Die in New Orleans

2019

And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are

wider than a 430 Buggy
no tellin' what the fuck I'll do for this money
stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
the thoroughest bitches who in

that'll get at you
(yeah)
For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Black 3 Cement, sag jean sitting low
Effortless flow, a couple sum'n a show
Youngin

the final frontier
Space Shuttle? drinkin' light beer
Back in light year

Earth's shitty, Xanadu ditty
Rollin' with homegirl, groped the three titty
Yo my bad

albums in
I can tell you things
Bout people you run with

I can see a fling, a flame, a spark
And all the sum of it
Ran ya tape by my dawgs
They didn't

the beef when we bringing metal

Hilary Clinton man she is a killer
Toe tagging a body corrupting a soul
She hiding the casket in narnias closet
That witch

we've come a long way (look)
Uh (REAS')

Niggas want my old shit (ooh), buy my old album (yeah)
And tell your favorite rappers, "Come see me and peep

cbd, I'll be free this evening
And D R E wit Eazy E cd, I need some healing
How many more albums shall I drop until I hit the ceiling
You tell me hip

Billy like Boyo
Don't play wit my food
Ima killer, and hunter by different degrees
Belligerent thieves, taboo on my sleeves
Airport wit shorty
I'm sipping

is a reflection of me
You know, the headache when it come with governing killers, man 
You really governing killers
They don't know how to, how

Easy, Breezy
Who’s this boi tryna tease me? (Who?)
Send shots then he’s out like Wheezy
Coming back in get spun like a CD
Get sent west side no

Man I feel like master P
Tank chain corn rows and shit
Man I feel Hector "El Father" rapping with
Jay Z
Rompediscotecas had that album in my

The Club

Kid Capri

The Piece Maker

2000

for floss
Come and get headline, destined to get riches
From either rappin our ass off or brick shipments
Cover all regions, makin sure the protty

money now i'm getting some pations

She Said she diggin my flavors
Couple killers that owe me some favors
No we not totin 3 80s
Draco Draco turn them boy

Fart 1, Fart 2, Fart 3
They're long streams of pure poetry, formed by as many searchable keywords as possible
This is where the work transcends
Every

head
I got robbers who'll rob you when it comes to getting that bread
You got bricks for twenty two
Yeah you working wit the feds
If you come around my

hooked one time
So I gotta OD

All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns
Put a grip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be