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it dry in the sun
But that was in Severn
Body's dropping from here to Brooklyn park
But guarantee they hudini the evidence
Peep that work down in

On your Zenith (I really mean it)
Killa, bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks
Caddy more trucks, it's Daddy Warbucks
And you Orphan Annie, ma, take

Fuck tha Police

N.W.A

Straight Outta Compton [Bonus Tracks]

1988

down, and grabbin' his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya

Fuck tha Police

N.W.A

Street Soldiers [Priority]

1992

down, and grabbin' his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya

a glass jar
Then drop it off to your kid's classroom
Dirt bags, we belong on a vacuum
A pad room, I fuck in my bathroom
Long hallways my room is the last

I’m a classy nigga

I got a sledgehammer for your answer
Blowtorch from my cigarettes yea
You think that is an overreaction
Wait till I get my gun

n space
I just hung up with Annie she say she ok
I slept in abandonments unfinished estates
Just dress like I had it they thinking I’m straight
Broke

50 cent or someone else
They do what everyone else
Does even if it doesn’t fit where
And who they are but
You get nowhere that way your
Energy is weak

Your mouth got you in it your
Ass can’t get you out
Next time hold your tongue
You wouldn’t have to hold your gun
Know when you don't want war with

Rumble in the Jungle

Fugees

When We Were Kings

1997

out with Mic fitness
Hands blistered from holding the mics tight
Some say it's fright night
Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away

and shake your booty
When you gonna grow up and be GOD?
Instead of making a rap a full time job
Yeah, it's a job and not an art
They only rhyme to get money;

your head on a swivel, cuz in the field
No matter ya motive, homies'll cap a nigga if you kneel
Its real as it gets, I know they feelin this shit
I know

Were both together partners in crime
They wanted Fidel out of the scene
He was polluting their American Dream

Some say it was a put-up-job
By the C.I.A.

in your cheek
Machine gun to the cheek
Jungle warfare, using the streets
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one

Man, aye
It's really like Hustle Gang everything
I don't want no peon round me
Only bosses in my clique
You know what I'm saying?
Get your own shit,

even told 'bout it
Say it again
Yeah, they pay me to win
Then they pay me to lose
Then they pay me again
I do right by my self, I stand
Yes, I can
Yes, I

a preppy slut
Catch me if you can
A lot of folks had tried to check me but
When it's time to show up
They gon say they wasn't ready
What the fuck have y'all

say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the fuck was so wonderful
'Bout picking cotton on a farm
The harder they come, the harder they fall

racist
Don't look away cause
The DA's tryna pass by-laws
About where we can lam
Or get searched for fun
While officials supply the guns
Getting our mense

Cult Leader

Tech N9ne

All 6's and 7's [f.y.e. Exclusive CD/DVD]

2011

be packin' a lot of doe
Being together it is wonderful the gun was loaded one exploded
Speaking to me with the tongue he just folded
From the Tech

tongue hun
Skin looking like you're from where the sun's from
Baby girl it's trip out here
For a black girl you gotta have your wits out here
Annie baby

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro

Hard Life

Juvenile

I Got That Work

2000

G's for cookin' they slabs
Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it

It's a hard life we livin', they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes from killin',

in disguise
The police killed the samurai

Look
Everybody wants to be peaceful till they gun down your Brother, mother, sister too
Everybody want