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black double R, get him on bike
R6, two riders
Yeah, I roll deep in the ringer
Fuck it
Got no keys for the Bimmer
Fuck
Niggas ain't done no drive-by

I do not give a fuck (A fuck)
I just played some keys and some strings that I plucked (I plucked)
If you caught slippin' by me that sucks ( That's

the fever
With symptoms so strong
Came back for more when you thought that I was gone
Nigga I'm the fever
Making niggas sick 
Got it on lock and they can't do

enough, I need forgiveness
I hear voices in my head saying you need me
It's also eating my feelings that's why I'm leaving

Okay I'm dead now, heard the car

Bells of War

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like

Wrong"
You know you're dead wrong

Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone

What's dead and gone is in the past
Been too long, was never gonna last
Dead and gone
Into the black, into the black
It's been a long time coming
Should've

Then I’m sending reapers after that, you not gone Rest In Peace -


I spin the block and spin again, I’m spinning like CD’s -

I wanna see they dead

Franklins, mane, never been by
Shooter in Vegas accept payments, no lie

Yeah, I'm playa, she know it (Playa)
Bitch in the hills, she gone off that boy
I treat

2x
He dead and gone, no mo' problems I'm da problem solva,(Yeah)
He dead and gone, no mo' problems I'm da problem solva,(Yeah)
He dead and gone, no mo'

Tonight

Mobb Deep

Born Again

1999

CD twice, they see me in the streets
They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though"
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show

for a dinner date
Aye black mask in a black van
Yeah It's hammer time minus baggy pants
We gone the cripple game you don't stand a chance
Malcolm X with

gone (All hope is gone)
You’ll be dead by dawn (You'll be dead by dawn)
Zip yourself in tightly to a body bag, babe
I wrote this letter for you in Hell

It's a Man's Game

E-40

Grit & Grind

2002

blacks and Mexicans, Caucasian folks and all my friends
Lost on gin, count to ten, fits to turtle, hold it in
Northern Cali, scrilla gone Valley,

Clein slips Banana Repub top
Beware of the man in black, if I get locked that'd be one hell of a mugshot gone

This is for the ones put in work everyday

Black Zombie

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

[Chorus]
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
Walking talking dead

a city of violence 
To homeowners in California 
Could have been just another dead black kid
But instead I’m in here dying of boredom 

I got the keys 
I

Nighttrain

Public Enemy

Stanley, Son of Theodore: Yet Another Alternative Music Sampler

1992

Key Largo
Runnin' Nat narcotic
By George he got it
Takin' makin' the G erotic
And the fiends they scheme
So he can put 'em down
But his method is

standing in this empty room
Dead fern on the window sill
Dried out looking like a prune
My old dream I forgot to water
I was so young then
So naive I thought

get that
Getting older, just accepting that
I'm a fuckin' menace, can't hide that
Skin is black and I know the truth
Since you're moving on, won't you

walking
To grab a bite to eat from A&T's I see the chalk and 
A dozen different lights that people leave right where he dropped dead
Im rocking black

I'd be marching with them to the black lands 
Of the living dead 

Blackheath 
Nothing goes on here 
Blackheath 
Nothing grows on here 
Blackheath 
Only

you had to go and I had to grow
Getting Jewish money like we ovo
Don't know your worth so you pawn your soul
Try to get it back when you dead and old

by the sea
Condemned by the trees
They're hissing, "thin branches can't support their leaves"
Dead broken
Gone are the dreams and aspirations
Have fun