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Run

Wu-Tang Clan

Disciples of the 36 Chambers: Chapter 1

2004

Run! these black boys that take none
Don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit
Run! if you ever pack a nice size gun
Run! if you sell

let them talk when
My goons get hellish
The only way they talk is with a full clip
You 'gon make them boys dump
You 'gon make them boys slump
(Chump I

Franck Mueller
All my diamonds, from my jeweler
F&N, we tote them rulers (Brrrt)
All my brother is my shooters
Get caught slipping boy
Woke up and went

'round and we saw him run
It's not beef, must be lunch (Must be)
Call Kreepz, bring the gun (boy)
Taste the sweet, must be runts
How you want beef

qu'une bouteille de rosé..
J'paie l'addition des miens lors de soirées arrosées.
J'vois la vie en rosé.

[Verse-1]

Ho seigneur en enfer je n'ai pas eu ton

Ready for War

The LOX

Opposite of H2O [Clean]

2000

guns, bring more action than roll take
Nickel your hallway, I got aim from far
Y'all can't see me like the tints on the president's car
I know n

with this shit, boy
I'm certified, certified with this shit
I've been livin' in the moment
Rockin' shows and record
My bags and my guns' always

baby stand right here (yeah)
Give it up to a new nigga
Kid ill, he a true spitter
Shoe switcher with a nice round ass
Tryna see what Imma do with'er

no
Spend that dough by the boatload on a rose gold
You ain't ever even know the price
I ain't tell to the broke hoes or the mofos that might want it

(Chorus)

From the ashes I rose!
Gutted a bunch of my foes!
I live by my own code!
This is the path I chose!
Never let a hater get to you!
Act right,

Free Tay K I'm a young n*gga do the race
I wanna bankroll by the dubs
If a n*gga gotta show then we shoot up the club
Heart cold I cannot show love
These

your dignity, and pied the piper
Shot by a sniper, Donal Draper
Split you in half like a piece of paper

Look at all my words just before I lay it

L's up   .... or youll be lost boy
(Get em up up up )

0:24 Mr Cheeks
 
Yeh
you rocking wit the lost boyz n*gga
you rocking wit the lost boyz
yeh u

my groove back like I'm Ole Stella
Aye b*tch ass n*gga
Aye p*ssy ass boy
(Aye get ya b*tch ass out the way n*gga)
You stepped on my shoes nigga
(Mane

Quick to Back Down

Nas

Blazin' Hip Hop and R&B, Vol. 2

2004

shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your

N***** tuck they inna house
Cause I'm outside wit the stick out Shit woulda been 1 k
If the pussy boy ain't run his mouth Posted on the one way
Where guns

the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mixin n
Strum the trigga it get wicked
How you hold that gun that

The Deadwood Stage (Whip-Crack-Away!)

Doris Day

Ladies Serenade

2002

Here's a man the Sheriff watches.
On his gun there's more 'n twenty-seven notches.
On the draw there's no-one faster
and you're flirting with disaster

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

in again)

I keep guns in my body by my liver (Facts)
Cold hearted nigga
In the winter I hardly shiver
We don’t do a lot ‘cause
Them cars they get

hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin?
(Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineer
It's a nice night in L.A
We're recordin' this mixtape and shit

of money and my life then rose
(But) (add in) Unexpectedly I still felt broken and cold
It had been 4 years from that day that I chose
To take it day by day

of the people In love in the world will end in some time
So if its me against you guess what,, fuck you boy it ain't go'n be mine

You know im in it to win it

feel old boy you really bold bitch you really needa clean yo nose why you always in the same clothes I’m sending shots and blows I’m sending shots n