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or a man?
I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R INC, I'm tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an' blades. An' these

That's what I have toppers for
Open up Solomon doors
Surrounded by priests, scholars and moors
Say my name, dollars just pour
Not that fake paper money
But

the undercover agents 
Bob n weaving through the crime wave 
Young Mowgli had the gun on me and the hoodie on 
On the block doly 
Selling fake Jordans, had

Knockin’ em off, delete

Dem n****s over there soft, They cheeks
(Yea,Yea)

It’s how im talkin’ that talk for me
(Wooh)

Chillin’ on top of the house, Can’t

you gotta tote ah gun for own protection 
Ain't gotta like me gon respect me so best come with correction 
And look both ways befo you think bout

Get in the Ring

Guns N' Roses

Use Your Illusion II

1991

at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!

Get in the ring(x16)

This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking

Final Fantasy

Drake

Scorpion

2018

we're mixing potion
Slashin' like Guns N' Roses
You got options but I been chosen
To deal with you the way you like
The way you like it
To deal with

Sinister Tech

Tech N9ne

Anghellic

2001

this
Take that dead shit on
And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
I'm gonna take that home.
By the sinister TECH N9NE
By the sinister, by

But we doing half the crimes
Look at the damn situation
Got no money for basic living
Caused by redlines and segregation
So what can we do but crime

I been raging, l, life consistent payments
Saw the toll, but still a n***a not paying
Raised by that pavement, Its really amazing 
How we turned out,

lonely
(Full stealth)
Bro I can't afford to take no
Muthafuckin' L's
Still ridin' for the homies but I'm grindin
By Myself
And look at that shit bitch, I'm

(Honorable C N.O.T.E.)
Go

Trap god, started this trap shit, you need to thank me (yeah)
Lil' knucklehead sun valley youngster, mama tried

got eyes for nobody else.
Yeah, truth is, she's got us lined up clear out the back,
Of ol' Dixie Rose Deluxe's,
Honky Tonk, Feed Store, Gun Shop, Used

tricky
Young turn n***a from the park, uh-huh
Went from lam' to rose' to hoppin' out, tryna let it spark, uh-huh

We be in the hood, hot, watchin' out for

angel to do? 
And who gets the blame? 
Of the three I could name 
There was midnight, the devil and you 

I sat down by the river with my head in my hands

No Mas, No Mas
Tell the Devil Tranquilo
Cristo, Cristo 
El camina conmigo

Mi gente Mi gente Mi gente
He's for everybody 
Mi gente Mi gente Mi gente

The Murderers

Ja Rule

Venni Vetti Vecci

1999

numb and lied to rest
It's murder the only code to the ghetto
It's murder, nigga hand me the Bessel
And dance with the devil, guns rapidly spit

Who's that peeping in my window?
Tense up leaning back rolling Indo
Blue lights roll up with the guns pulled 
Dear God I hope and pray to see

and rose petals
N*ggas will take your top off
If you too thorough
Gotta move smart
No diplomas, just medals (metals)
I love all my dawgs
Even if I don’t tell

want to know if I stand for life or everlasting life
I stand for both
I told Allah I want to make it by 25
Mama said internship and I said fuck it they

Devil's Pie

Rhymefest

Blue Collar

2006

N.Y. step up, and get you a slice
It's just a slice of the devil's pie, ah-c'mon

[Chorus]
(Christians all say) Yeah they say
(In God we trust)

Happy Ending

Tech N9ne

Killer

2008

Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't

I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have

Military Minds

2Pac

Better Dayz [Clean]

2002

we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em

Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme
Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens
Got a law for raw

going to roll
Drunken Kaye with her hot iron, charged by the cruel fire
Fresh flesh for the star-brand, Sour's wish for her command
The horses howl,