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For da Brothaz

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes 

They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger" 
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger,

Check da stats hoe this exotic not no mid
Gun In my pocket that's dat rocket have u runnin like a fridge
I be turnt and out my body on yo body yeah

imagery's 
Commissions
I'm bound 
Only by my prison
Regrets taught me 
How to make 
Any decision 
Emotions that I've chosen
Instead of hearts and roses
I have

imagery's 
Commissions
I'm bound 
Only by my prison
Regrets taught me 
How to make 
Any decision 
Emotions that I've chosen
Instead of hearts and roses
I have

Good Grief

Urban Dance Squad

Hackers

1996

could
I frown on bullshit like my name's Clint Eastwood
You come with fronts, stunts 'n poses
I welcome you to my jungle
Like my name was Guns 'n

BEAUTIFUL GHETTO

 By TUCK 88
Featuring: MR. CHENJERAI 
Additional vocals by: N'DEA, FATNICE & MING XIA

VERSE ONE: TUCK 88

Look, I was eleven when

Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how

Uh ooh uhh
You know the vibe issa Wavy one oh oshea
nwayor nwayor

I put my hands on my head like them point me gun
Cuz Ive never seen a girl wey

Yeah, yeah what y'all wanna do?
What y'all wanna do? C-l, ip, s-e, n-e-r-d
What y'all wanna do?

My coke money's in cleaners
Give it a fresh rinse

fucked I jus need to work out the kinks 
Bitch I'm flowin' like a sink n barely floatin' by I feel like I'ma sink
Ooh, Insanity I'm on the brink
Ooh,

America's Boy

Broadcast

I Love Rock!

2007

Quaker toil & Texan oil 
Rockets on we're arm in arm 
N.A.S.A nude you're manly you 

Oh American soldier 
America's boy 

Gun me down with

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Nas

I Am...The Autobiography [Clean]

1999

Picture us married you and me  k-i-s-s-i-n-g 
I remember the first time girl you and me f-you-see-k-i-n-g
[Repeat]

She was the modern Isis,

personal beef
So lead by example, or get trampled
Since Hip Hop Is Dead, this is the N
Congratulations in order 'cause we
Did it again

Don't hate me now,

I shower her with gratitude and love 
She get hugs, back rubs scented candles n rose peddles in tubs 
Empowered by her solitude and good vibes 
Down

But the most memorable of them all is the Pop'n Lockin' Caesar
And after Zyra's liberation, he rose the fame!
But one more thing!
In the history books,

to slow down the quick come up?
Of a hitman, what wha what what

You can tell by the walk and
By how the chain swing
Got the kinda money most niggas ain't

Orpheus in the Underworld

Rick Springfield

The Snake King

2018

a primetime magazine
Ran the cover "Is God Dead?"
No one knew the answer
At least nobody said
I waited for the virgin queen
To say "Come on back to bed"

AR came with titties, mine had a glock on it
We don't even own no guns, but we'll still drop homie
That nigga be saying his bitch depressed, but she is

touch me
Pass by people while they beg for change
Drive by the hood while they beg for change
People who affected by they past
Certain things they can

the ghetto is smoked out
Saggiest tits I ever seen
Was on a former
East Side prom queen
Many rose pedals
Sell their soul to the devil
As I pass
Staring

harbour's at the ferry
John Brown things, they hang him in the rain
Babylon use they brain, cotton or cocaine
A rose by any other name
007 what I tell you

Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box

but I can't be played 
Homie I'm the coach

When you refer to me it's ya highness 
And I don't call my queens bitch I call them lioness
If she

on stand by (Real niggas)
Fake love ion need none (Unt unt)
Niggas talking crazy
But knowing that I keep a gun
Came into the world with nothing
Already won