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Drop top open When we ride out
Got the off white dripping inside out
Music booming while we moving down the boulevard
If we riding in your hood then

Paycheck

Placebo

Personality Crisis

1997

wasting half is life on sniffing glue
Now he's reformed, working for the red the
White and blue
Plain sailing, safe surfing
Pocket full of back stab

Plain white tee in my hand, palm angles
Plain Jane chrome heart Rollie, That's dangerous
Kill them like Manson, RP got me standing, my shooter right

contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by

Pride in life
I know It aint right
I Accept am a sinner

Farther ov Merccies
Forgive me ma faults
I humble ma self
Ma body is your temple
Blessed to be

know I'm a star but I ain't perfect never said I was
My fault ain't mean no harm I was tryna better us
And y'all niggas know I been stepping up
He just

prices climbing
There's no sympathizing with hoes like fucking Cardi B
Been rapping prophecies but your fact's a comedy
Your status parked South, you react

miss me by your side now you all alone
We use to sit and talk for hours in that old accord
Granted me access to your suite but now the buildings closed

searching for others to blame
And it's never your fault but you have something to say
The world is black and white you don't want none of it grey
And it's

man
But you roll with the nigga
That snitched on a nigga
You're down on your luck and you
Say you're fucked up and
I should get your white for
A brick

Your nigga be broke lame a shame damn I knew he was capping now,
Ain’t got no bread uh ugh crumbs niggas be dumb no capping now,
For by the fool but I’m

dial on your nose, followed by the sound
I move way and I move make on the clown
Inside joke with my bitch blowin' smoke
Before we grab a bite, grab your

The Product

Ice Cube

Kill at Will

1990

momma, I gotta do eleven 
Livin' in a five by seven 
Dear baby, your man's gettin' worn out 
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes torn out

Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven

Dear baby, your man's

Until your face up in a lake, placid like, Betty White
I guess reality is a hard thing for both of us to fight

I'ts not a matter, of wrong, or right
It's

to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you

90 on the dash following where the wind blows
What's up with you, got caught up in my hazel views
White ts baggy pants laces loose on the shoes
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The First Episode

Eightball & MJG

Comin' Out Hard

1993

the jackin
Soon as the day is over, my bitch is checkin in
I'ts just like deja vu, again and then again bitch

[Girl]
Come on, Wait a minute MR. MJG
Do you

And on your ass there's a stamp
Made by Ed Gein
But it's the best that you'll ever get
(You fucking white trash)
the best that you'll ever get
(You fucking

the boat like I came from the boarder
I feel like yvngchxppa get dope by the quarter
Kaneki a demon bitch go hide your daughter
Men that nigga a rat men that

with a white bitch
Candy cane
What would the game be without me
Gucci mane
I got a mature wrist
Plain Jane
Might fuck a mature bitch
Like Ron Jeremy
Suck

Gonna Get Close to You

Queensrÿche

Rage for Order

1986

And I'm watching you

I dial your telephone each and every afternoon
I wait by your door till you're asleep at night
And when you're alone I know when

Feelin' This

Big Punisher

Terror Squad

1999

It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this

Come under the shadow of this gray rock –
Come in under the shadow of this gray rock,
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow