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On Gang 

No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap

Tô luxando de lupa barata

Com as moedas que eu tirei do zíper 

Carteira tá sempre lotada

Dinheiro pouco é

What We Do

Jay-Z

Hip Hop #71: True Gangsta

2003

squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man

But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,

from inside
Party by myself I like
But I'm outside, in my clothing line
Doing my dance on stage I geek (Got geeked)
Mix Wockhardt and 'Hi-C'
Vision clear

come by the minute
What does this mean to you?
I'm drippin' I got the juice
Gang pulling up in a coupe
You a snake you stay out the loop
What does this

ain't finna carry shit like dumb and dumber
Dumb and dumber like I'm talking bout the movie
he keep tryna be with gang I swear these niggas really

G-g-ge ge ge (?)
Shekpe (ha)

Obo na Sho Madjozi
Piano ke tsa kp pitori (fresh)
(Woo)
Obo na Sho Madjozi
Piano ke tsa kp pitori (hello)

I got

mine?

Lone ranger drug dealer and gang banger
Heard you snitched, , and then, bih'
We bang ya
And I walk hard with the 40 hangin'
And she got a big

Ghetto Vet

Ice Cube

I Got the Hook Up

1998

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that 
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it) 
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there 

(For life) I'm still

a constant act
Turn back
To the righteous batch
The militant gang
They don’t follow things of the world
God's got a different plan
Trinity step
Man trinity

[Chorus]
Lets hit the two step and dance
All Christian mans lift up your hands
His Holy Ghost in the room everyone join the gang
If two or more are

Bitch we to lit you can't stop us
Went from being down bad to eating pasta
And you know the gang lit
Check your roster
Rip to woo top shotta
Up

throwing bands
I wanna see that ass move bitch show me you can dance
Gang want parts too gone head and bring yo friends
Left cheek right cheek I'm tryna feel

Drug Music

De La Soul

SFS: Spit Flows & Safety

2003

{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it

(Verse One)
y'all valley of the dawgs, married to the moms
Fuck carry at the proms sabotage your god with the chron

to Paris, shit , maybe to Japan, take you by your hand (Hand) , can I have this dance? (Dance, dance, dance)
Waking up, twenty-k it's a good day, bands in my

dance for me
She gotta dance for me
Aye
She gotta dance for me
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
I been keeping it real stack 100s and 50s
I roll with the gang
Them

Lil JD - Wrong One


hey who the fuck is this this conversation is dead weak
I got a nigga in his feelings cause I may his bitch dance on it
gang by

I just been doing my thang
Tryna deal with that shit on my brain
I be blowin' big blunts with the gang
Plottin' how to get riches, fuck fame, baby

Roll with the gang on my side you know that's the way I be doin' it
You see me, no you ain't seen nothin'
All of these niggas they say they moving,

every fucking way you seein us! We roam the streets
Making money dance, grab my chances by a glance
And I just can't, let you fake asses claim that you're

and they friends screaming
ShowOut
This money make her dance
Cuz aint nobody looking like me
Slide to the stu put gang ona beat
No new niggas or you gotta

Yeah
Deadstock, yeah
On me
Body bag up gang blammed nigga that’s on me
Throw the cash she drop ass on me
Too smacked now the ash on me
Digi dash up

was born in the trenches them bad crowd
I'm the star of the trenches I'm back now

Call me E-Star ama light up the room
She wanna dance cuz she know Im

still gon' shine
Yeah, we still gon'
Sir Roll-a-lot
Joints are tightest
Won't stop till I get arthritis
Counting bands doing the Madiba dance
Racks

are not in this game, We talking Money my nigger
Are bigger than all of your gang, Just Say your prayers
To me cause you know that I am Making it rain