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Bulletproof

Eko Fresh

Freezy Bumaye 2: Es War Alles Meine Idee

2010

einer Gun und du hast in der Brust Patron'
Du Hurensohn, wir seh'n, wie du Homo rhymst
Und schreien: Boo, als wärst du Son-Gokus Feind
Ich hab ein

Shootés à la télé, ce qui nous fait kiffer
C'est que des trucs loco
Gros son, thugs, grosses cylindré
es
Les jeunes veulent des guns 
(Que des trucs de

And

Proving 98% of the bars aren't hard
And the 2% are 

Are written by a non-retar-ded person 
Your bars won't work
'N'

That is why you're worthless that's

at the mirror of the dude
J-E-N-K-O that's me
Uno, dos in the Air that's Peace
Bills need paying, but my Job give a fuck
Late with the rent then I owe 50 more

The Chubbster

Chubb Rock

Beats & Rhymes: Hip-Hop of the 90's, Vol. 2

1997

reapin up, and no keeping up with the Jonses
Long live P.E. and ban Guns'n'Roses
New Kids on the Block, stick to pop
No more making black songs, wack songs

you be
S N E E Z Y I E
And my high five fee
Costin' 55 g's
Oh my, oh me, but dat wi-fi free

Big Yung Lil Sneezy
Being fly ain't easy
Too fly can't see

[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People

actin hella naughty
“Hamza would you diss t n p”, yeah prolly
“Hamza would you wanna be like me”, not likely
But change the topic
I drop a classic album

to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Then just study a tape of N.W.c
One day I was walking by
With

Fried Chicken

Esham

Dead Flowerz

1996

of bounds
7 m-I-l-e's where I ride cause I roll through yo town like suicide
If you see me on the streets gotta bloody pistol
Triple beam OZ's get cut for

but my style ain't free Ho This K-A-Y-H-E-N-D-R-I-X-X

ZaZa it got me usin' my reflex, bye-bye, nigga, Got hit by the ski man
Smokin' on gas, so I'm

mamas are IRS employed, and they came to collect
Are those royalties, s n, go hand over that check
That's all I have your honor, how else am I supposed

fucking wrote gets stuck like thorns in Guns N' Roses
I'm like Armstrong, bitch I'm dope and (Doping)
I don't think you fucking noticed
My Chalice cup is

N.E P.O
Tryna make it out the middle Tito
Left pocket 30
Blue stitch Lilo
And I stay wit Benjamin the nigga like my Primo
Wess Water wit' a cool spice

podjazdu do mnie
Jeśli bym miał liczyć to na 10 jedenastu ciągle

Ja pierdolę To takie chore bo mam rap ebolę
Róże mi wystrzelą Guns N' Roses strzałem w

Still the Greatest

L-Burna

Thug By Nature

2001

signin' off 
I'm kickin' ass and takin' names 
Late late late 

Hook x4 

[Layzie Bone] 
She pulled the curtain 
Fo' certain 
We go'n leave these

you knockin' on heaven do'
I really rock, Guns n' Roses, shorty want a rockstar
I think I'm you, I fucked ya hoe (I'm you, I fucked ya hoe)
RAIDER, I

I'm cool by nature
High as fuck let me talk to you later
Feeling like im outta space alien AI
Speeding up the race watch me day n nite
Diamonds in my