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and watch me do
What's that click I pulled my gun
Hole in your head wasn't makin' fun
Main target has to be that there is nothing I can not afford
Not be

from my friends Johnnie, Jack, and Jim

Gettin' so faded
Yeah, tryin' not to face it
But every sip I'm takin'
It only makes me miss you more

called him on the flip phone
Dippin thru with set finna ball Jim jones
How my niggas runnin shit shoulda wore some gym clothes
Off the chain like a nigga

And the police we'll have
Another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head
Give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
Everybody ain't

Respiration

Common

Black Star

1998

So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine

No Limit Soldiers

Master P

Featuring...Master P

2007

niggas harder than Cato
Nigga turnin the tables, but niggas livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, niggas runnin my name
Master P up in chain, is he

Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check

someone new
Clearly what he said
Has turned your head
Now there's a hole in my heart left by you

Within the pain I feel inside
Among the rubble of my pride

and punched a hole straight through the door, oh hell nah
Left my silhouette permanently in the dry wall
Try to sex it at the peak but I can't fuck her she

I said oh messing with my head
Like oh caught up in the mix
Oh yeah you got me losing it night by night
I said oh I really know I shouldn't
But oh I

Stuck

Limp Bizkit

Three Dollar Bill Y'All

1997

Your style's in my pocket
Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin 'cause I'm hostile labeled by my profile
Indeed I am, I am indeed hostile when it

(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in

Old Shep

Townes Van Zandt

Abnormal

1998

can't do no more for him, Jim"

With a hand that was trembling I picked up my gun
I aimed it at Shep's faithful head
I just couldn't do it, I wanted

of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it

You and me are not the same
I was

Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up

like Milwall
I'm here in a lion's den, and I'm hungry again
I represent for the gingers
Got fire on my head, and it spits out
Sit down, and then fuck

his head completely off
I've lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one I am a stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber

address,
What the fuck do you think that says?
Thanks a lot for fuckin’ with my head!

[Chorus]

No return address,
Thanks for this mess,
That you left,
Hole

It was my mate Jim’s mum’s funeral
And I wanted to attend
So he knew I was there for him
In this tough time for my friend

The service was quite

Reunited

Wu-Tang Clan

Disciples of the 36 Chambers: Chapter 2

2004

tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna

tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna

I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart

I got no Jim Beam in the liver
Gettin' head like clean clippers
Wit' haters on my dick like a jeans

I've been running in the red
Cut a hole inside my head
Leave my thoughts out on the floor
I can't do this anymore
I've been running in the red
Have

Trapped in a Psycho's Body

Tech N9ne

Absolute Power [Clean]

2002

the music and they open they legs
for a psychopathic nigga that's so fucked up in the head, it's beautiful
(Told my parents this isn't suitable)
Devil