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I'm going wild like a dog off the leash
She want the whole thing, I just give her a tease
When I'm with the gang, these hoes come by the threes
What I

Hell Yeah

Ginuwine

Now, Vol. 13

2003

Willie Chicks, Willie crisp, big fun

Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun

I'm sittin' in my truck,

Machine term, whaddup nigga?

Look, shooters spraying lead where
You lay your head
Two more into the face and head
In case you're playing dead
Make

ain't exotic pop this bitch gon' really leave you slippin
From the wild wild west, everybody keep a gun on they hip
We Texas boys everybody got a stick

Esham's Boomin

Esham

Boomin' Words from Hell

1990

and knocked
My crack quickly disappeared one rock by rock
I had a couple more to go but oh no
Here comes the big ho bustin down the do'
So I kicked out

Where you first greeted by a welcome mat of mad hardships
We live the ghetto novel, the novelist never write about
Where them pistols with them hollows

past life 
Oh God I think I'm hung over from last night

Every decision you make off emotion the boy losing focus 
She seen em get a promotion and there

seat buckled
Me and Yetti, sonic and knuckles
Baby boys, guns with the butter
80s boys in love with numbers
Like madden we trucking
We free from the dumb

her prayers
Make the boy not go die young
Them stab me for back
But I still play along
This life be like journey
I still run my marathon
Kill by a gun

Jubilee

Souljahz

The Fault Is History

2002

And the beats so bangin' you don't want it to stop

Huh, I know how you feel when T-boy prepares the track for my grill
I asked G-Hydro to spot me a dollar

Friday 
Poor likkle Seargant Wallace 

Di man dem bus shot by di bucket and a nuff dog a bark 
no man nuh fraida man a just di bigger gun talk 
di introtek

At home there are seventeen-year-old boys and their idea of fun
Is being in a gang called 'The Disciples'
High on crack and totin' a machine gun

Time
Times

episode of Wire
Run a brudda over, knife below the tyre
Machine gun MC, expect a load of fire
I can find a hater anywhere but don't admire
The truth will

connoisseur
Bust it open and I smell flavor
He spend it when he get it
I can tell he never felt paper

My young niggas out they top
They be out here wild
I be

Man that shit really wild
Bound by my title, got rounds in the rifle
At distance I'm blitzin, can't sleep on a vio
Never was friend to me, only

Rap 2

The phone rings, 'Its gee wiz you may speak
Holla at your boy, the checkmate technique
Listening ears the motto of the week
To be followed by

made, of the person I've become
Is it worth it, living by the streets, dying by the gun?
I don't know
But I know if I don't blow up as a rapper
Then for

Hitting up the Breakfast Club talking mad shit 
In the back his mind, he's wild nervous and shit 
The record label guaranteeing his protections 
Followed by

Partners in Crime

Ron Hawkins

Airports of the World

of machine-gun blooms

That ain't no gun in my pocket
Just seein' you fills me with joy
You be my pistol packin' mama
And I'll be your heat seekin' boy

backwoods
Type to walk through black hoods black hood
Black gun
Magnum big enough to pistol whip you
I sit and beat you into submission until
Both of your

death how would it be?
Babys coming everyday and space no really free,
Imagine living wid culombus, Nero and John the
king!!!!
Yah likkle boy so betta yuh

And my mouth piece bust like a tommy 
Gun 
TNT By the ton
Bangin this drum on an A-1 Run
I don't this shit for fun
Ugh
503
Ya'll know me
M-A-K-K dash E

young boys'll put slugs in your picknies
Guns in the dickies, All blue like he comes from the 60s
Got to move witty, every now and again water like jiffy

Huh!
Call me lil uzi got the machine gun flow
Fucked on yo sister yo cousin yo auntie
Fucken flexin on em by the dozen
Boy my head hurt, poppin