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Hail Mary

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

listenin'
Seein' niggas comin' for me, through my diamonds when they glistenin'
Now pay attention, bless me please Father, I'm a ghost
In these killin'

and signs for those who seek
When they said, Truly Joseph and his brother Benjamin are loved more by our father than

We, but we are a strong group, really

look to the dirty sun rising in the west and see a damaged, luminous construct, balancing on one strong leg but having lost control of its motor

teams in the NBA
A lot of young bulls spitting heat in an impressive way
True warriors getting bucks or bread in ways
By promoting and spurring interest

I haven't touched civilian soil since 71
Hopped a plane down south to absorb some sun
Plus make a little scratch run an errand
Sonny organized a drop

I can tell you've been waiting for this moment to go on and on
No lies, break you down till the sun comes up, yeah

You body-ody calling me

as Gift 
 
Buy the Full Digital Album
lyrics
Turn the radio up, let's go
Put the top down, take it slow
Sun-set with a neon glow
Whatcha say baby, I'm

It's the Youngblood HEAT
I just mop on the ground like dead set
Make it so clean and dry like dessert
Homie so bold he brave where's his hairs at?

Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the father
If he didn't love us, then why would he bother?
Universal mathematician, I shine like the sun
Look at how

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

Mack 10

1995

ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo

the Bay to LA it's a beautiful day and when the sun sets bet we getting rowdy

Yeah we got them rolled up and we showed up
Just in time for us to get blowed

by the light
By the day rays of the sun or the bright lit moon at night
But after awhile that light starts to fade
the fire of connection turns

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

Hoo-Bangin': The Mix Tape, Vol. 1 [Clean]

1999

ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo

Hit the Deck

Ice-T

The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech...Just Watch What You Say

1989

on the set, hit the deck

I'm in my mode, called the fourth episode
Or the last verse, if you wanna decode
So I gotta raise the heat, hype up the beat

attention, you're the talk of
In this wild world, we gonna ignite
For the chin sloth's love, we keep it burning bright
We stand together, side by side

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998

1999

ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo

longing for my zenith
And I'm finna grind till I rise till I reach it

This is where I bring it all back with the heat of a thousand suns
This is where I

get from point A to point B by keepin' it G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
If you grab the heat you a pussy
Knuckle up and tell me how you feel,

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

in diminishing altitude
Redesigning clouds as the new stronghold, a new host

"The sun, this sun, is accommodating, sending vital heat
Imprisoned, as I

niggas don't be runnin up up on the B-A-D
Cuz he be packin heat, and this is D-P-G-C
Uh huh, it's off the hizzy
For real, beat by Fred Wrizzy
Makin them

she love me now
I gat jungle on the beat too
5th wowling in the street too
I'ma street dude
Gat the heat too
I'm a pitbull 
With a pistol
Better keep

Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out

for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not