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Junior's in Love

Joe Diffie

Third Rock from the Sun

1994

I thank you
You could have had 'em put me in jail, son
I'm just glad I run out of air hose
When I come at you with that nail gun"

Oh, Junior's

Lil' bruh sped, he crash for nothin' (crash for nothin')
Walk out the house with a mask and gun (mask and gun)
Better hold your breath like an asthma

I be up more than my opps they be fast asleep
Pillow talk to get the cheeks boy yo ass weak
Left his boy out on that ground that was last week
Go

the Geto Boys

Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act

Ain't that the pot

We Can't Be Stopped

Geto Boys

We Can't Be Stopped

1991

the Geto Boys

Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act

Ain't that the pot calling

We Can't Be Stopped

Geto Boys

We Can't Be Stopped [Clean]

1991

the Geto Boys

Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns 'n' Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act

Ain't that the pot

Yo
If I could start from scratch, I'd change most of it
If you gave me your trust, I wouldn't of broken it
I shoulda helped you out, back in 97'

My Introduction

Zigidy

Tha Zigilaytion

relocated to tha Rose town
Told me ‘get my money on' now ‘pimps up hoes down'
I knows now all about appreciation
Nathan really in tha 2000 a straight dope

by my side when im ridin
U know when i click i got yg beside me
I told em come out come out
Dese fuck niggas hidin
Leave em stuck in the cold like when

Oh I swear
All I ever wanted was to be somebody
My reefer cloudy, lost to each assignment
Making beats and rhyming so proceed to find me
My

Still the one no equal rivals but still underrated 
Tried to count me out but underestimated 
I'm some of your favorites favorite 
c rose risen from

city
I promise im bringing the gang wit me
I got a gun and it hold me a long clip for the n*ggas
Get chains wit me
Cop me a presi we out to the telly
I

If ft Sylk McCloud
Produced By: AYEODIDDAT 
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

Hook (F.A.M.E & Sylk):
All dese voices n my head got me asking questions 
I

That Staten Island Shit

Cappadonna

Slang Prostitution

the sneaker
Don't try to put that gun up in your wig yo
Cause I can see you, Diglah, yo, check it out
Up in the club like what
You know what it is man, me

What You Know

T.I.

Allstar Mix, Vol. 9

2006

talking shit fo'?
Gotta run and hit fo'?
Got you a yelling and I thought you put out a gun hit for
But you's a scary dude
Believed by very few
Just

wrong at me break both of your knees
I catch vibes, you catch cases
Get torn apart like it's hellraiser
I hit noses, I break faces
You get hit with

to make a blood pump cold
Globalization meaning spreading business across the globe
They make it seem pretty by telling you they helping
But they get dirt

surrounded by these dead roses
Love has left me soulless, coldest, heartbreak diagnosis, uh
Drinks don't take the pain away I swear they never notice, yeah

to get money
Then I can go back to where I come from
And leave without a gun is a joke
If I ever heard one
And scary niggas don't deserve one
I heard once

know by any means im gonna get you back soooooo

chorus

You callin me from the payphone sayin itz bout 10 n
itz from home ,Im happy 'cause itz been so

preference
You ask me why I'm reckless
I do breakfast on breasts
You grew up that's the message
You fucked up I don't get it
You gonna fucking learn your

My mindset on another level, I’ll never settle
Songs dropping like rose petals
Records show that I’m undermined by other guys, it’s no surprise
When

us
Take us from families kidnap us
Gun us down n da streets
Target pract us
Beat us down
Talk to us reckless 
Illegal search
Grab our nuts disrespect

me land
I'm high as I can be
I got my
Toes up n the sand
A lot that's
Deep seated
Hard to get up when I can
You tried to take me out
I keep security
In