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jam
If i get in some shit
I got voices in my head saying kill em
I know we all fighting demons my n***a
I got some shit on my chest
Thinking about it

Dope Fiend

Afroman

Because I Got High

2000

'ma nymphomaniac 

I'm gonna do Axl Rose from Guns N Roses 'cause 

'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why 
All I want to do is get high 
Between your

Just Dance

RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)

I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by

on the cross, Guns N Roses
Cause guards need guards and I disrespect the post like I'm trolling
Sorry, it's not you it's the inner
You still ain't got it figured

the fuck out
It's just the G-U-N love, it's real
It's like this)

Awww shit
My mom busted in caught me feelin' you
Remember that shit
She caught us layin' in

to idolize
N' this ain't the only highlight reel
Ask me in a year I'mma tell you how that high life feel, aait
Always on toes, how I kill these instrumentals

N***** gun model flexin', get popped in here
(Why you doin' that)
You see us throwin' all this money, big guap in here
(Stupid)
I know some janky a***

Die by the bullet when they live by the gun
Why I always gotta roll with a face on my shirt
Gotta keep it on me they ain’t taking me first
Why my niggas

hit someone who's
Guilty we're the people who sit back
And tolerate children owning guns
And we're the ones who tune
In and watch the up-to-the-minute

Notorious Kim

Lil' Kim

The Notorious K.I.M.

2000

Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up

Notorious Kim

Lil' Kim

The Perfect Desert Storm

2000

Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up

it gutta game spittin 4 da gutta man
Niggaz thought we changed but we came up n stayed da same
Since dey see me in da game dey think I’m slippin bang

Napa
So I savor and don’t wait for the next chapter
The stressed is drowned out by the laughter in Napa
So po’ some mo’ rosé in my glass bruh

drugs you took
Stuck in a nook
Forced to do it by the book
Even though I'm a rook

Here lemme tell ya a tale
You in jail gettin railed
A piece of rail

scream'n murder yall
Then a light shined in the darkness, the demons flee'ed, my carcass
Then I rose up outta the grave, no longer a slave, and no hole where

Empty the Clip

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls [Clean]

1996

Hey, let me hear that first
Nineteen-ninety Afta
Cleveland up in this muthafucka
Afta Maff up in this muthafucka, bitch
Flesh-N-Bone

Son

the compressor
Two phones in my pockets, I’m feeling like Kevin
I’m grinding like 24/7
When n***** be hating, don’t mind them
Keys to my whip I can’t find them
Had

hit Magic
Big booty thot, she was a porn star
Rose gold collection for the rose bar
Not in all black, I done took a bar really
My double cup filled

float ashore
Hope you into gore
See you in the morgue
Leave you at the door
Leave you in the coffin
Stop your bitch'n and shit talking
I suggest you keep

belong
N' I rode hard in the saddle
With my ol' paint horse n' my gun

I wandered the trail
I drove the Chisholm
Met with Cheyenne
Rode seldom seen
By

Shoot Niggas

Styles P

Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman)

2007

of emergency
Nigga get the N-G-O's, shit you bend in your rolls
The men in your holes, all of my foes
All you smell is gunpowder then the scent of a rose

Zone Out

Nas

God's Son

2002

there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too

Think, think, think
I'm on the brink brink brink
Might miss if I blink
Gotta make these guns clink
Need to think
Use my brain or I'll sink
Wink wink

middag ag gee my tog 'n luidjie
Hulle vind nog hulle voete in die huwelik
Maanskyn en rose is nie perde koop

Vrouens in hul dertigs wat dronk word is