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War

Cam'ron

Dipset: The Movement Moves On

2006

you assassinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his red monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey

[Chorus: x2]
We blastin' big

War

Cam'ron

Cam'ron Presents Dukedagod Dipset The Movement Moves On

2006

you assassinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his red monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey

[Chorus: x2]
We blastin' big

smoke is what you see when I'm ridin' off
Headin' towards the mountains, just let the sun guide me
Keep a big bag of guns by me, drugs by me
My

There Won't Be No Country Music

C.W. McCall

Real McCall

1990

on the shore

Yeah, it's only gonna be about an hour or so
'Til they rip off all your mountains, boy
And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand
And all

ain't no competition
They waking up, finding something missing
I am best on my worst day
You are last and I'm first place
I got head in the Merces
By your

Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang, gang
Aye, aye, gang, gang, gang
Sch YEL bitch, aye, aye
It's Fleeky, bang, bang, bang, bang
Aye, aye, aye, look

Big

The harrow is tightening, and
The mountains are beyond the lightning
I wish I could call you
And ask you, “what should I do?”

Your morphine eye
It

a high tide
Maybe you could come by and chill
I've been working on my own life
But you know I could find time
With you, that's a big deal
I've been

Damn fourf I just hate it was you, we from a place they don't play by the rules
You gotta stay by a tool, much rather spend my day in the shoe

Depressions'n wars diseases and slaughter
Others are on a less cynical bent
By asserting that this fool just wants to bang his own daughter

The rain is pounding ever present on the windshield
You're making mountains of the things I can't believe are real
I want to drive within the lane so

Energy rushing mind buzzing
Lost deep in the current
Dazzled by lights, sounds
Time to grow and flourish
Stars apart burst of colours
World's away

By the way, I said by the way
Im that bitch, tomorrow and today
I said, big sauce
I got the sauce, you know
The drip and the drop, you know
Too hot,

attended ""The Cowboys' Christmas Ball.""

The music was a fiddle and a lively tambourine 
And the big  imported by stage from Amboline
And the room was

the mountains
I came with eyes open wide
And a box of words I couldn't rhyme
I hoped to leave with an open mind
And a box of songs for the hard times
I asked some

you still 
Afraid of the big ocean waves? 
Gonna die on a mountain top? 
Pretty sure God doesn't exist? 
Missing me? 

Are you fighting hard as can be

the mountain
Yeah I got the plan made it happen
Countin' money man just to have it
And i'm proud of it
Counting big racks
Got a lot of it
Spittin' big facts
In

Yay Deep

B-Legit

Southwest Riders

1997

el g, in this old jeep,
Out slangin by the oak tree,
You know me the homie wit the big O dub's,
An everytime you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from

Another long day
We could sit and watch the clouds float away
Like the wings off a big jet plane
Or maybe take a break
Past the mountains toward

It goes welcome the pop off, some pop soft
We bang b bang b bang bang out loud
Ready on the left with a face full of death
We slanged out fang mouth

Take me away, far far away
To a place where I don’t have the comforts of home
There’s a big world outside
Calling me for a ride
There’s an adventure

to talk my shit bitch just listen real quick
Hey bitch, wanna get with my clique?
Two seater Benz, ponytails Ima flick
Got big fat titties, lip-gloss in my

Bully Rap

Sean Price

The Gorilla

2016

track
Surrounded by the wolves in the wilderness
Liquor piss, slit your wrists so niggas won't get pistol-whipped
Mo' niggas won't get pistol-whipped

fluorescents steal away the stars
No paths left for me to roam
No return to the mountain town we come from
Big dipper guide me somewhere new, dark, and far

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