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dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah

On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis

Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg

for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product

though, it's McFly ho, I'm doing this for Kansas City, you gotta let
em know
We up, we up, we up, tell them n...... we up, we up, we up, we ain't never

Guns N' Roses

Clipse

Training Day

2001

Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
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Exclusive shit
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Yeah, who

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This

This ghetto sympathy I spit so vividly
Typically you can find me with crush grapes from Italy
I'm sippin and black fistin for my dogs in prison
Got too

on you
By breaking trust, devotion
With selfish n' cold emotions 
You let it out again knowing that it was 
Still broken
You let it out again knowing that

My Skin Is My Sin

Ice Cube

Bootlegs & B-Sides

1994

claim you want to put in work
Plotting to blow up a church
See you devils are all the same
You'll gun down a congregation in Jesus' name
Using me

this to Mama 
Laying Roses on your grave 
Missing you Mama 
Know you Resting n Heaven I Love you Mama 
Know you Resting N Heaven I miss you mama

gun-play
Its that gutter bang-bang, ride for your set or block
The cats that be teach'n this, seek out our young hard-knocks
They give'm the Glock, and some

when I buck you bitch, I do it smooth
That's what the Devil's Daughter do, now Fly
What would you do?

Clizick with the real Triple 6 niggas for yuro

Dread Woo, nigga, fuck nigga
Fuck is wrong with niggas? Niggas don't really be on shit
(Beat by Yamaica productions, baby)
Niggas gonna be fuckin'

Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by

more
Sympathy for the devil, let'em hang himself
Get all the billion Black people out of these
Bottles, suffer while grown
People get coddled, you know

turned silver next to the devil's picture, I'm evil
With evil tricks in the mixture of venom, sharp as an needle
I'm hard headed but dedicated to music

out
It's just a G-U-N love

Don't, don't hurt me again
Don't, don't, don't, hurt me again
(it's the G-U-N love)
Don't don't hurt me again
(Told me chill

my sympathy 
And don’t go and make me your enemy
Keep your mouth shut and pray I’m still your friend 

I remember now this rose I left my love to keep

whole styles up, I stuck to my guns
In one drag I'm blowing ‘bout 7 O's
Life's a b****, I had to 69 the h**
Tryna hit a lick in hopes a n**** might be

Glock spit
Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggas dry snitch
Get your guns out
It don't take much for me to dumb out
Play one route
Lay ya shit down and run

Find your way home, don't need sympathy
From the darkness I arose, no sin for me

Temptation was sweet like nectarines
I spoke to god he told me stay

Piggy Pie [Old School]

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol.1 & 2

1998

and shot me in the face
And blew me off the porch and blew my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (haha)
Axe in hand, I rose like

your power you got guns
in the Spirit so pray for the gift to speak in tongues

So tell the devil get out way
Or I'm running you over just like a Mack

in self made labyrinths

Thirteen hours to escape
David Bowie 86
Guns N Roses 87
Got an Appetite for Slim

Eminem has been my hero ever since

help me mentally 
Parts of my story 
I ain't looking for no sympathy 
I know people been there worse
I can show some empathy 

Danced with devil
He tried