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a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks
From here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin rappers in the wheelchair
Big L is the villain you still fear
Cause

c'izz'ame to
Crank up this bitch (Bia Bia)
And get this motherfucker droppin'
Boppin' this shit
See we so high the time'll go by
Rather fast, hit the grass

Eighty-Five

Gym Class Heroes

...for the Kids

worldwide, coincide with the illest,

The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click

on you needle heads
Make the skin crawl itching on the planted tech
Shake down a nervous system reanimate a nano flex
Dark tricks propaganda held up by

Who's Nice

Cam'ron

Confessions of Fire

1998

like hungry, hungry hippo
Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko

Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks
Ask my man how I beat up shit
And when I'm out

you get shot by a bitch
Nigga need to get back and quit dissing my click

Feel like Brady when I'm in the field
Like when I shoot ain't no telling me

wanna click with niggas, give my last to see my family straight
My cousin preaching real estate
30 turkeys in the spot, come get them, dawg, they need

to get it off the wish list
And when I'm up I don't have to do a sneak diss
All ya people peep this, the generation witness
I keep it real, ain't no fake

Real musical talent is practising for hours a day until your fingers ache
Not being sonically hypnotised by the noises your computer makes
You claim you

the port-side
Ready let's go
Show out one time Stay Winnen' on go
Roll up a opp ya'll niggas some hoes
Big ass choppa' with extendos
Said you real you cuz' you

real up in the field
When you hear the sound
Do this for my city
Till ll I hit the ground
Six shots fire back
Bitch I put it down
Bitch I put it down

F***ed Her

Webbie

Savage Life, Vol. 4

2013

wanna fuck her anyway.

I let her climb up on my balls
I see her pun in her hole
My money long, big lawn,
let my clicks flow.

Check her purse
I

Checkin flags, Who are you, new dudes?
Running up fast get you Boo-med
When I had it real bad, where was y-ou?
With no helping hands, Now you're screwed
I

Anybody

E-40

The Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones

2002

[Intro: see-Murder]
Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's real out here
Killa block notch, wit' the ODB
NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?
Let

keep changing like click-click
Shit, I wish a nigga would
Feeling fucking good, crack and scramble up your hood
Get it understood, I could have 'cause

Y.B.E.

Prodigy

H.N.I.C.

2000

Get dollars, get cash, straight up don't get fucked
Get your bucks, and get big
Stash your first millions and live off the interest
To the young

Okay kids, today is the big day
We are going to practice public speaking
Oh wow, Kenny, you actually showed up today
Would you like to go first?

the kinda girl that has a little bit more fun
I'm literally yours hun
I never seen a ass so big with a waist as little as yours hun
And by the expressions

Miss My Dawg

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

and scoop us
Telling us one day we would get big, when nobody knew us
It was destined for you to shine, now the world Screwed up
We gon rep it to the full,

(Nope)
Don’t ask why I’m not Hannibal (Yeah)
No assists I don’t pass the ball (I don't)
I get through life by faking 'em all (Yeah)
Tryna' get threw me but

Sucka for Love

DMX

Undisputed [Bonus Track]

2012

outside, hotels up the block
Jump in the ride, you and me for the rest of the night
It's all good, click, turn off the lights
Pack it off like that girl,

pronto you can't up those then im outta there ooh I'm outta there we takin shit outta there tote big guns big dummy run fuck boy come he outta here 
Can't

Yeah
Deja Miquel Hoe 
Ha 
Walk in the party yo bitch off the molly 
Rollin' up piss yeah I pearl and I spark it 
I know you mad I can tell by

or click up with the opps on me
Got everybody hatin', young nigga big dawg
Ain't trippin' by security, it's on me in the mall
Road runnin' different states,