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I think I'm Tray Martin, Troy Davis
O. Grant, except ya boy made it
By God's graces, I have managed to avoid racists
Cause they intentions cause God

on 
More than conqueror 
Like the gram I come on strong 
Bullets massage flesh 
If you rub me wrong 
40s poured when you dead and gone 
It's shame that

Real Talk

Lil Wayne

Undisputed

2002

To force up they nostril, 'til it got full
But now they pop for a pill
Lil one here's what's up, Drugs could kill
But drugs could heal
If ya, ah, ill for

(Ayeee)
J Bird Detergent I'm stainless (Yuhhh)
This is that dark shit that creep in ya car shit the kids in the house cuz it's dangerous (Yuh)
B.G.G E

Gang's All Here

Heltah Skeltah

Magnum Force

1998

featuring BCC  MFC 

[?] 
Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long 
To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs 
And best

next show
I can make you
Holler for a dollar
Make you poppin
While I pop ya
Call me Papi
You're so shameful to your mom
Ain't it kinda funny
How

mom's muffler

Snuff her, then my boys follow up

Respect like the Fonze, you see the collar up

I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up

I kamikaze ya

Simon Says [US Remix]

Pharoahe Monch

Simon Says/Livin' It Up [Clean]

1999

The Fonz, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya pussy

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya

Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah
Take it to the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Widah
D-Shot

I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off
You got

Bring It On

Too Much Trouble

Players Choice

1993

to put the lead on ya
So punk motherfuckers try to test me if you want to

	Cause we're smoking that weed, feeling fine
	Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime

should've ate
We multilate then vacate in da golden state
Home of da place where niggaz usually make there last mistake
So pop ya collars & enjoy ya drinks

Mo' Murda

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

E 1999 Eternal

1995

we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots, Layzie be screamin' out
Murda, mo' murda

Mo'

we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots, Layzie be screamin' out
Murda, mo' murda

Mo'

sue ya
And the next best in the microphone Nelson
Lyrical Van Helsing yeah

They try to put me out but I’m topping my game
Walk by the streets and they

me plenty love
I’m riding Eastsiders
6-deuce and four Impalas
Staying lowkey while my killers pop collars
Potna, playa, you 5 on it hater
Nigga, this

come the bread like a Pita, that dawg in me, ahh
I'm breakin' the collar
Y'all wanna work, get to raisin' the offer
The jumper is water
I been on track

Diamonds they wet oh yes I got that water
Cover with Lip stick stains all on my collar
You better count yo days ya life on a timer
Balling so hard

customer
I was little L, before Big L
Before E-40, my nigs shit was naughty
Before Diddy, on my whips is pretty
Lil' ride nigga from Queens runnin' through

(Dem facts)
Suckin on them t****** (Ya), We f****** ya she get litty (She litty)
I might pull up in a tunka truck and drive-by on yo city (Dem facts)
Lil

and we can't stop, the kid proper
This one-twelve make it hot, call that the Big Poppa (Poppa)
I'm Puff Daddy, don't pop pills, I pop collar
I fail

here before he 
He got unloaded on by the forty 
Eatin bullets so savoury 

I Walk around wit a, 
Six pack 
c six pack of new glocks,
This that a HP

City Streets

Spice 1

Spice 1

1992

funny
By any means necessary I must make my money
If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
In this world

leverage
Mascara for the masses
So the look in they eye
Is more copacetic
And the lipstick on my collar
Gonna make her holler
And it'll get so hectic
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