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Smith & Wesson

Primal Fear

16.6: Before the Devil Knows You're Dead

2009

You've turned your back on me
And left me alone
I saw this house, so high
Will it take me to the sky
Another life, another soul
Taken by

uncle, you still know when I don't feel
And I tote a Smith & Wesson, not a Smith and Will
I heard everything you said, you just mad a nigga here
Outfits

judged by the hairs
On my chinny chin chin
And I'm able to hit a skin (girls giggling)
Just like my man Puba Maxwell, so I'm smooth

Yeah, Kane, he get

Ive been up out of my home
Im Just tryna get honey
I run by the code 
Butterflies in my stomach 
Until i get home 
From the run 
Said im tryna get

pistols, they still packin'
Have them dope fiends dialin' for crack
A drive by shootin' em' P, seven ain't shit
Brothers on the Southside ain't to be messed

We Will Not Be Ignored' - (Bent Remix Lyrics)

A trophy hunter posing, a trophy hunter posing, a trophy hunter posing, a trophy hunter posing,

Spit in Your Face

Lil Wayne

To the Sky

2010

to do with it, motherfucker I did it
Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon
Cause you don't get sun, you just

worth all the stress?
(My love would overrule my sins)
Will she always be down for me?
(My love would overrule my sins)
Getting crushed by all the lies

Planned it all out day by day
Snapshots of moments had changed my ways
Time blinded by our adolescence
We're restless instrumentalists
Cruisin' all alone
No

Nitro

LL Cool J

Walking with a Panther

1989

or fall I stand tall you're small in fact
Step aside, you might get fried
By the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact

missing wit all my love and affection
Resting in peace or prison so driven by imperfections
Just hoping that those who listen will choose a better

Lil Wayne, to them, to her, that's length and width
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
It's the return of the Blood, 'bout to turn up

bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire

monsoon
Mr martian will hang your ass from the moon
Cause you don't get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your ID to a tomb
Goons are us, the foods for us
We

necklace type of move around
And you could smell the loud cruisin' down the street
In my trunk I got the pounds movin' round to the beat
Guns by the feet

Keep the smith tucked in case a nigga want the will slaps
I always got some kickback at them kickbacks
Known state to state for hunting bands

What if the what ifs had never existed
What if we neva went missin, wonderin why?
Its only survial and die
Pennies and nickel and dimes just to get by

of what we will do for you

I bring the balance every equinox
In America, where we scrap and scuffle just to be on top 
I'm talking bear hunter eagle fox

time and I never said nothin'
I already know where Wandsworth is
I always will for my bros, no Smith (Smith)
We got S bells upfront
And they got MJ

Oh, it's the remix, oh

I see her
She came with her nigga (oh)
Mm, but she gon' slide right to my side, I know (right to my side)
She pulled up

Terror Death Camp

Statik Selektah

Well-Done

2011

Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas
Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers
Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's
Some will overstand but

on much
All I do is smoke weed, bitch, I don't do drugs
That will never be me but I still wanna buzz
I'm just cruzin through my city blowing cones up
Got me

your feelings is hurt
Counting money sipping lean make me burp
Putting in work had to snatch up a purse
Distracted by bitches you stare when they flirt

randoms. Watch peers
It's always be ya own niggas

Watch out for everyone, even me
He Will Smith'n
Tryna be Ye and Yonce
Without credit

I know niggas who be