While I'm watching every nigga watching me closely
My shit is butter for the bread, they wanna toast me
I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be
Hoes'll get you sidetracked, then clap from close feet
I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine
These days, a brother gotta admire me from four fiends away
My pain, wish it was quick to see, from selling 'caine
'til brains was fried to a fricassee, can't lie
At the time it never bothered me, at the bar
Getting my thug on properly, my squad and me
Lack of respect for authority, laughing hard
Happy to be escaping poverty, however brief
I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation
For dips, for precipitation we stack chips, hardly
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in
No more Big Willie, my game has grown: prefer you call me William
Illin' for revenues, Rayful Edmond like
Channel 7 News, 'round seven jewels, head dead in the mic
Forgetting all I ever knew, convenient amnesia
"I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure"
Lock my body, can't trap my mind
Easily, explain why we adapt to crime
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how we on it
Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it
Presidential suites my residential for the weekend
Confidentially speaking in codes since I sense you peeking
The NSX rental, don't be fooled, my game is mental
We both out of town, dog, what you trying to get into?
Viva Las Vegas, see ya later at the crap tables
Meet me by the one that starts a "G" up
This way no Fraud Willies present gambling they re-up
And we can have a pleasant time, sipping margaritas
Ge-ge-gyeahh Horseshoe G.A.N.G – Damn, Can I Live
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Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole with a different name
Came late to the last show with a different dame
Brain ate from the last O' that I sniffed of 'caine
You know you're spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When your puke is turning to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you screaming to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16 bursting
You getting spun backwards like every word of obscene cursing
On the B-side of my first single with the clean version
Stopping your short life while you're still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergency surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum internally
I'll take it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mother's frame
I'll take it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were thought of, and
Cock block your father's game Horseshoe G.A.N.G – Get At Me Dog
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Camo shorts and Bubba Kush
We can talk she'd rather fuss
This and that 'bout such and such
Damn, where is the fucking trust
I'm tired of the hoop and hollering
I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins
Then take a female to the Island
Then take her clothes off and do the honors
Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches
Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business
Shit she probably out here fucking niggas
I'm fucking her friends, now her friends ain't even fucking with her
Damn, she text me all day and night
So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right
I text her back, tell her it's life
Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I'm single
Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino
I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single, yeah, I'm single
And I'm single, tonight I'm single
And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight Horseshoe G.A.N.G – I'm Fuckin Single
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Brenda's got a baby
[2Pac]
I hear Brenda's got a baby but Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her name Horseshoe G.A.N.G – Alternate Ending
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The way to be, paradise like relaxing black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon
Armani exchange the reins
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path
The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision
The better living, type of place to raise kids in
Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul
But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
Seeing things like I was controlling, click rollin
Tricking 6 digits on kicks and still holdin
Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage
Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish
Political prisoner set free, stress free
No work release purple M3's and jet skis
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse fiends to Willies
It sounds foul but every girl I meet'd go downtown
I'd open every cell in Attica send em to Africa Horseshoe G.A.N.G – If The HSG Ruled
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Yeah, tell me that pussy is mine, yeah
Keep it one hundred babe
We both know, I'm not the only one..
But when I'm there, you treat a nigga
Real good
And that's probably why I always come
So lie to me, lie to me, lie to me
So sweet
Cause I don't ever want to imagine
All the other niggas like me
Ever had a chance, to get in your pants so
[Hook: Miguel]
Tell me that the pussy is mine, yeah
Tell me, tell me baby, that its all mine
Tell me that that pussy is mine, ooo
Cause I don't wanna believe that anyone
Is just like me.. Horseshoe G.A.N.G – Lie To Me
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Body like a porn star
In a head game killer, killer, killer, killer, killer
Somebody must've taught you well
Shorty sure is a keeper
I ain't never gonna trip on who you see
Just make sure you bust it down for me Horseshoe G.A.N.G – Buss It Down For Me
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Dear love I was thinking how I should be starting this
Mean difference of ways still I can light you like an arsonist
Put my heart in this particularly funny when we start to kiss, marvelous
How I see you in the cut chillin' with your homies gettin' fucked up
I got fantasies of you carrying me home
I hope you stayin'alone I'm into givin'pleasure echoin' rhythms of my
Manly moans
Don't be playin' me wrong I'm too grown for games
Mental manipulation ain't the occupation for the playa you facin I'm
Strong
Cuz you see I don't be really quite comin on the same boldly and bodily
Fluids with every word that 'curs
Girl you deserve some herb and company to be with , fuck whoever you
Were gonna leave with
I'm the one you should see shit, I found some love like Adam and Eve
Shit
Who you should be with your body I squeeze quick
Stick through the sheets are your arms and see don't be alarmed if I
Make you feel good all over
Cuz I be droppin the bomb that's cuz I'm in the beyond even though
Niggas in the hood is all soldiers
You still gonna suffer the consequences defenseless thinkin about
Becomin my wife
If I rock you tonight you be the love of my life
Cuz I be huggin you like I'm huggin the mike, plus I'm the one thats
Rubbin' you right
And able to stick my tongue up in your navel and lick till you drop
Even though I like to hit the twat
I'm realizin' theres a variation of ways I can get you hot
I'm in to learnin' you so pick the spot, I'll get pleasure too but let
Me hush and let the lust get a check
I know you don't want me to hit it yet, but don't act like its a crime
Cuz it hasn't been committed yet
But baby won't you let me get it what? get it wet
[Hook]
(get it wet)
Gimme some tang and alize let me tickle your body, after the party we
Can pleasure will you come let me
(get it wet)
Let me saturate you body with honey and lick it up stick it up after
Release and let it rupt' is it enough to
(get it wet)
Try to marinate your mind whats up am I deserving enough just cause we
Up in the club don't be bogus cause you let me
(get it wet)
But you be the only one I be thinkin of gimme a hug you got me sprung in
Love Horseshoe G.A.N.G – Wet
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I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
I shed so many tears
If I should die before I wake
Please God walk with me
Grab a nigga and take me to Heaven Horseshoe G.A.N.G – Tears
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There's a switch, I flip, emotions cut off
So cold I done froze my butt off
And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet
It's like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck off
Other words I ain't put a dent in the game compared
To the damage I've yet to do
As long as you still have feelings to hurt
I'll be around as long as you let me get to you
As long as I got two balls to palm
I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm
Get scant little pissants
And see if I don't come along and stomp your farm
Thunder and lightning, rain, hail
Sleet with a tornado's the kinda brainstorm I get
So when the wind starts blowing, shit
Talking 'bout going in? Going insane is more like it
Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it
Like a disastrous blizzard
So you better listen quick fast, or miss it
Yeah, go ahead little prick bastard, diss it
But when you get hit with a sick-ass explicit flow
Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it
Just know that all he knows is this that
It's better to kick ass than kiss it
Dick dastardly of audacity
Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped
But it can't be, but man I can't just keep
Doing them like that or no one will rap with me
Except one, you asked who is it?
[Royce]
Guess who just came through the blast, you bitches
With the ratchet, the book of Matthew
A book of matches, lighting them under white linen
You 'bout to have to admit it
They pass you the mic, asked you to spit it
You got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands
I'm sure they gon' laugh when you're going to the bathroom with it
Now with what would you come against us
Better be something with a big foot pedigree
Easily these are the reasons that we need to be in y'all prayers
Each region breeds some MCs that wanna be
Which means they wanna breathe our air
With these ideas, anybody thinking the game don't need
The Bad and the Evil regime
That's like saying that bad boy Piston team didn't need Isaiah
[Eminem]
Shit piss and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs
I swear, better beware, there's too much at stake
And to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
You can kiss my ass and shit stains out my underwear that I don't even wear
[Royce]
This gotta be no fair
It's like hitting the lottery, oh yeah
Who you know hotter there gotta be no pair
Shotty that I got'll lobotomy your hair Horseshoe G.A.N.G – Bad & Evil Meets The HSG
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