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Shotz to Tha Double Glock

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

E 1999 Eternal

1995

Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride

Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood

you
To say that, say that, you will never pay back

Later on, I'm by myself
Feeling low, I want some help
Never thought that in my life he would do that

bells start ringing
We gon catch up by the end of the weekend
New drum
Came with a mac
New hoes
Came with a map
Noahh how you do it like that?
I got

Buck Owens & Susan Raye

I was looking back to see if you were looking back to see
If I was looking back to see if you were looking back at me
You

know that he hold heat
I can tell that you ain't never listened to your OGs
For guidance ,  I can tell by how you movin' that you so weak
So sleep, so

tote Gen4s
Play, he get stepped on in Rick Owens (think I'm playin'?)
I got that shit on, man, I got blood on my laces
Forgot I'm rich and famous

Vlone, live and die alone
Hop out wit the drum, then leave in a ghost
Doin' hits alone, skrrt off with the bros
Goyard, Rick Owens
Goyard, Rick Owens

got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass

How We Do

50 Cent

The Documentary: The DVD

2005

doors on that Escalade
Low pro so low look like I'm riding on blades
In one year, man, a nigga's so paid
I'll have a straight bitch in the telly goin'

How We Do

Game

Club Bangers

2006

doors on that Escalade
Low pro so low look like I'm riding on blades
In one year, man, a nigga's so paid
I'll have a straight bitch in the telly goin'

Yeah, look how I walk (Walk)
Yeah, look how I talk (Talk)
Rockin' Rick Owens (Rick)
VLone, my top (Top)
Real rockstar with a real rockstar bitch, she

a vision
And hit em
Where it hurts the most
But ain’t nobody know
So we stealing on the low
Make amends and let it go
Ghosts on Broadway been my tone
And I

c'izz'ame to
Crank up this bitch (Bia Bia)
And get this motherfucker droppin'
Boppin' this shit
See we so high the time'll go by
Rather fast, hit the grass

the lane
Bout that action serving up game
Keep it a buck ain't feeling the fame
But I need a guap so remember the name
Switch the flow up with the drums

the fame
But I need a guap so remember the name
Switch the flow up with the drums (drums)
Look around and ain't nobody colder (colder)
Someone said love is

Nah nah nah no
Yeah yeah, nah nah nah nah no
Scheming on the low
I need what's mines baby
So I been on ten lately
I know
I know
Scheming on the low

coming through
Still with my team, I don't run off like you
Stacking it up, boy it's bread by the loaf
Outer space flow, so it's Rick Owen's coat
Beat

Bitch, shut the fuck up (man shut the fuck up)
I swear you got me fucked up
Pull up to your mans ... crib ... 
& I go buck buck! (& I gooo)

So, that's how

My niggas on go
You try sum they upping the score
30 round drum this shit Anit for sho

Oh that's yo Patna they wiping his nose
My niggas so slime

1957

Buck 65

Situation

2007

What can the numbers 
And the words in my head mean? 
Killroy was here 
And so was Buster Crab and Ed Gein. 

No joke. 
Hit the low note. 
We all

on
Dont want be the one that got shit on
Shawty telling me she want some rick owens
So you know ima cop her sum rick owens
Steezo cold with the flow im so

Gotcha Shakin'

Three 6 Mafia

Da End

1996

got em on the roll
Owens, burbans clean as fuck, smile as I roll down the street
Yo lyric was weak as fuck, so ho I just stole yo beat

Crunchy man

stuck, being the lame one
Until I can break free of some
Of these, antiquated regulations
Cuz income, makes the differunce
So I'm stuck, getting it buck by

a buck
Sixteen got it tuck
Thirty two ain't enough
So roll up
We done came up
Pulling up like what
Now we in the cut
So what's up
We keep it a buck
Sixteen