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Mayhem

E-40

The Element of Surprise [Clean]

1998

and territory issues
  
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots 
so who got six niggaz next to carry
off these wanna be's, niggas they

Syncopation

And he showed me
The mechanics of
Using a drum stick

And how to hold
Two heavy crash cymbals
And bang them together
And they were so heavy
And you

low 'cause these niggas is fufu
Playin' both sides, actin' like Brasco
Black Rick Owens, I stay in designer
Word on the block, you can't go fast

don't see me coming down
Specially when I got it by the pound
I might get a lil low but I'll never hit the ground
I got the whole damn world tryna jock my

Give me top now
(Yeah yeah)
You not my for-lifer
No you just a fan
I came with a rack
And a drum
Just like a band
I be on they ass tooted up
We in

keep it on the low

I keep it on the low
I keep it on the low
You already know how I keep it on the low
So keep it on the low

Keep it on the low low
She

Rushing Elephants

Wu-Tang Clan

8 Diagrams [Clean]

2007

followed by the mark of Zorro
Plus A, not for apple but I pack an apple
Shorty try to buck back and knock me off the saddle

Caramel, pecan, sundae,

Plymouth Rock but we docked in
Came by the boat head to the toe say it's fair we pick cotton
Till long came top hat found savior same face as a slaver
So how

couple
And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you
So many bags, only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had

(bucks)
Like this Giannis city
I got the Bumbu, the blunts (Bumbu, blunts)
And of course the Benjis (Benjis)
So fuck up out my face (face)
I’m too lit to be

Glover
SRT so fast, it hovers
Brand new switch, so fast, it stutters
Brand new bitch,
But I don't even want her, I just say I love her
Rick Owen with this

I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk comin' in stacks, bullets comin' from gats
So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck
I'm jammin'

your head low)
And that is the reason we're on this road
And the seasons are wrong
And the wind is so strong
That's why times are so hard
It's

fever
Slide on them niggas we hop in a Beamer
Masked up can't see me John Cena
Keep me a chop this a double odd buck
Your hoe is a thot so I don't give

by myself so you know what I'm on
Gelato in backwoods, I'm high like a drone
She wanna fuck now, she know that I'm on (Keed talk to 'em)
Say you do

solja 
I'm low to the floja
I though I told ya 
Don't be unwise 
Judge me not by my size 
You won't believe your eyes 

Once the X wing rise 

Luke:

(hot tss)
Cabin fever every day and night
So open it up
You know wassup
Knuck if you buck
Don't give a fuck
Just open it up
You know wassup
Knuck if you

dodging no danger
Cuz I got nine lives and I entered the Wu
So it gotta be 36 chambers
And I still got 36 in the drum
That's percussion you feel in your

If I pick up that 40 with the drum I'll shoot a hunnit’ rounds
Cross me like tic tac toe, than we just gun ya’ down
Let a opp come to my side of town

always
We spend Wednesdays watchin' Soul Plane

Candace Owens? More like Candace
Owns the libs! Why are we so sensitive? We
Grew up watching South Park!

a minor chord
Out of tune and very un-composed
Still move to the sound of a drum of my own
Keep it banging you can feel the lows
Keep it banging you can

Killa Beez

Bobby Digital

The Sting

2002

Mommy... Daddy...
It's the Killa Beez....

[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious

yeah
It's a feast (it's a feast)
So I gotta eat
I'm on 100 degrees (I spit la flame)
But I turned up the heat
I run it up, I get the bucks
I had to -

nights I was bruk
(I was so bruk)

I gotta get going
I barely get sleep , gotta grind
Council boy I need a buck
(I need ah bag)

Been going bizerk
I locked