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• Rest in Peace, Cuervo Jones 2002, role: actor, character name: Van Debo Play in Full Screen

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  [dr. dre]
  Niggers that I used to know and sell dope wit'
  Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit,
  And let me know what's up and they can blast on,
  Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on.
  Death row come to show you all the game at,
  And show you how my label got the name that
  So many wanna see me, and time is money,
  But never in the p-e-n, yo.
  Welcome back to viet nam, california.
  Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
  Every motherfuckin minute you on the west side,
  The best side, 20 niggers that just died.
  Walkin' down the streets of l.a.
  Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
  The 1-8-7 don't stop, on undercover cops,
  So on this spot gettin' popped, shot,
  Droppin' like this and like that,
  Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin' back.
  So creep when you in the c-p-t.
  You catch heat from fuckin' with' the d-r-e.
  I got my eyes on the shit unfolding.
  And there ain't gonna be no trippin'
  Cause they know the type of shit that I be holding.
  If there's another word said,
  I'll let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.
  Yeah, and you don't stop,
  Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
  Yeah, and you don't stop,
  Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
  [snoop dogg]
  3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
  Head away, sent away, get away snoop's got a gun,
  And he's lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
  Now it's time to put they ass in the mix.
  Back on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
  Nuts full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
  Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
  But I got to make my green, and plus they all fiend
  Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
  Until the last nigga that you know drop.
  Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what it's about.
  Now, 99 pigs on a block with me,
  Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock with me,
  A c-o-n-v-i-c-t, the motherfuckin' d-o-g, comin' from the l-b-c.
  Look at what the doc brought in,
  A chrome 38, a fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
  So what you wanna do? (what you wanna do? )
  I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22
  So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
  If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"
  Yeah, and you don't stop,
  Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
  Yeah, and you don't stop,
  Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
  Splat to a motherfucker face, he fall.
  Strong motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
  I guess I gots to load the glock again.
  Hit 'im with the hollow points and watch him spin.
  Fuck it, I had to do this quick.
  Grabbed the glock 17, the clip went click.
  Tried to detect, but did not detect perfect
  So I creep on that ass, pops him and drops him.
  That ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
  Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack.
  Relax, cause I'm about to take my respect.
  I aimed the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
  Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then I fade into the wind.
  1-8-7 and it's on again.
  Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
  Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
  And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
  Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
  Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
  Niggas keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.
  Yeah, and you don't stop,
  Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
  Yeah, and you don't stop,
  Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...

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  Free my nigga Kano
  Tonight's the night I get in some shit
  Bart simpson shit, I wanna see that
  Crimson shit
  Down city clippers, clip some shit
  Miami flippers, flip some shit
  Wet your car get neck dumar
  Don't beg the arts, the arms in my palm
  'Bout the length of arms
  Strength in numbers as long as I'm number 1
  On me don't slumber none
  Nothing but guns, yea nothing but sons
  Nothing but cunts, nothing but lunch
  Stick in the towel shit that will stick it to the tip of the tower
  Dick sucking bitch don't put your lips on the bottle
  She had the hard knock life cause she trick in the body
  Got whooped a couple of times
  She ain't tripping nobody
  Er'time I hit she say my dick is atomic
  What up, you know I'm a cut up
  It's no thing, came for one got fronted a hundred more things
  Take one shot no honey cocaine, give me money no fame
  You need new shoes, how you running game
  They cut a nigga lose, cause I ain't wanna tame
  Fuck nigga call for, now I'm a wanted man
  Tryin' to make a milly I'm a hundred dollar now
  How the hell I get deal, incredible
  You don't hear? you finna feel
  This trigga' here nigga yeah
  I'm climbing up a sugar hill look at here
  Bogota, Medellin 7 gears
  You playin' with me
  You know the rest
  You playin' with me
  You know the rest
  You playin' with me
  You know the rest
  You playin' with me
  You know the rest

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  [Project Pat]
  Yea Project Pat up in this dang thang
  Crook by da book, the fed story
  Yall know how we do
  We do it like it sposed to be done
  The dirty dirty strapped with the gun
  Yall know how we ride, homicide
  Yall know how we do
  187 on a punk
  Yall know how we get down
  Let the bullets start talkin
  Thats how we do the walkin
  Yall know how we get down north(north, north)
  [Project Pat]
  Patty cake, patty cake, stack the money off the plates
  In a field, you remain
  You gon make me keep the blades
  Sucky boys, bring the noise
  Smoke you like a kush bubble
  Im the president of Drama
  Guess you get some kush trauma
  Haters hurl up, lighten up, cuz they broke niggas
  Hittin up a punk, cut his throat
  Call them folk niggas
  Hurt your mouth, hot in these streets
  Hood banga, ride by your house
  Wit the cake, let it bang ya
  Project pat, still in business
  On some handguns
  Niggas get to screamin out ya guy when the lead gun
  If ya think ya quick, Drama go in ya bullet
  Im head buttin suckas in the head wit these bullets
  [Hook x2]
  Now if ya wanna ya can get it no problem
  Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, blow
  Now if ya wanna ya can get it I aint trippin
  Its 187 on a mothafuckin fool
  [8Ball]
  Big hat, low walkas, low custom fours oh
  Put my pants down back, pockets almost all the flow
  i don't wanna touch it but the bad boy out in public
  If a nigga disresepect it then the trigga is the subject
  Take it how ya wanna take it, test it then, shit was fake
  Lookin at your mama from the casket cryin after weight
  I make dough
  Pimp niggas like we bake the cake
  Sit up in restaurants and get my fill on big ol steaks
  I hope im never that poor nigga seein blood, runnin
  Cant bleed cuz the shots took away half your tummy
  On your knees beggin Lord please not now
  Knock on wood, count your blessings while you still around
  [Hook x2]
  [MJG]
  Look, look into the rearview
  Nigga followin me he got a slash on the gas
  No, fuck that slam on the brakes
  Jump out wit the pump and blast on his ass
  M Tight MJG, you dont really wanna come with the fo-fo
  When the low low bringin everybody get out the way
  And aint playin, but ya dont move
  Goin get a hold every little mothafucka
  Still roll by, still gon slide with blood all ova
  Anything that ya step by i work for Pat mothafucka
  Me and him I, put in some work
  I did my dirt, I did some bad, I did some good
  You can bring in any kinda wig ya wanna in bring boy
  I don't think ya really wanna bring it to the hood
  Go brang yo bitch, do yo thang, then it dont matta bout who you claim
  It don't really matta what another mothafucka do
  When its all over with you the man
  Dont make me get buck with the AK
  Cuz it may spray and it may shoot and it may hit
  Anybody that ya live or you stay wit
  Thats how worse than the average day hit, shit

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  [B.G.]
  I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
  Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
  And I will use, in a minute you six feet
  I refuse to lose, I issue blues
  It'll be no clues
  When I strike, you lose
  I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes
  Your issue's.. where I hang
  You cannot stand without your pistol in your hand
  You ain't no man
  You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch
  And if you stay.. it's trigga play
  Motherfucker, you get split
  And once it's on, it's on, you all in
  I'm comin' full force after tha hissin'
  Stay off tha block.. 'cause everyday I spin tha ben
  Without a grin
  Hot Boy$ I represent.. to tha end
  Just me and my girlfriend
  We out to win
  Still got ki's for ten
  I get from B
  Bring 'em straight in tha U.P.T.
  After tha pack it's chance for me off six deep
  I front a nigga
  Tried to play me, ain't playin' me
  Thought it was all gravy
  He got his issue
  (Chorus4x [B.G.])
  It's gon' be 187 after 187
  It's gon' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11
  [Juvenile]
  They got a lot of.. niggas tryin' ta.. get me killed
  But I done flipped.. tha fuckin' script.. and played it real
  Now I'm dippin'.. an Expidition.. around tha corner
  And can do.. just about.. whatever I want
  I'm money-rollin'.. and it's legal
  And ain't no quittin' in tha Regal
  Behind tha tints.. my chopper's spittin'
  Me and Dougie.. fuck in (?), and showin' us in
  It's like a movie.. they wanna do me.. it's on again
  I know it's showin'.. how niggas scorin'.. I can hear ya talkin'
  Niggas knowin'.. now they hoin'.. to me for offers
  I can't holla.. don't have no powder.. until tomorrow
  But I got a.. couple of dollars.. that you can borrow
  Nigga, go
  You're 'round my door.. you're drawin' heat
  You can go.. but on this porch you destroyin' me
  No exception.. at disrespectin'.. can't let it happen
  Now you step in.. my fuckin' section.. talkin' 'bout jackin'
  (Chorus4x)
  [B.G.]
  Duck.. nigga, duck
  'cause when I come I gon' bust.. fifty-plus
  Don't give a fuck who in tha way
  It's on you.. when I spray
  Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
  Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it down
  We get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clown
  Niggas fucked up don't know.. what to expect
  Cash Money liable to do anything next
  Fly around your set in a private jet
  Have your bitch next to me in a Corvette
  Or ridin' on tha back of my motorbike
  Around tha second line stun'n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom)
  [Juvenile]
  We showcasin', bodies erasin'.. we want it all
  Joe Killer.. told me be patient.. we gonna ball
  Seven figures.. me and my niggas.. we comin' up
  Gettin' rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plus
  Now we drainin'.. 'cause that 'caine in-side of our nose
  Niggas playin' it.. tha way we sayin' it.. to let you know
  (Chorus6x)
  [B.G.]
  Juvenile and tha B.G.
  Juvenile and tha B.G.
  Juvenile and tha B.G.
  Represent tha U.P.T.
  Tha H.B., uh-huh
  Juvenile and tha B.G.
  Represent Cash Money
  Juvenile and tha B.G.
  Playa haters can't fade me
  You can talk that shit if you wanna
  I'll spin your corner

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  Lies, breeding hatred
  Slaughter, genocidal master race
  Victims, in sickened bodies
  Butchered, hordes will die
  Cleansing, the weak of mind
  Enslaving, controlling the toxic waste
  Leaders, of this wasteland
  Consuming, all in time
  Breeding their hatred
  Spread the word
  Soldiers, marching death crews
  Hunting, reign of the fifth Reich, now true
  Master, of this dead world
  Seeding, all his kind
  Bleeding, souls of freedom
  Torture, in this world the insane rule
  Suffer, the gross of death now
  Believers, unholy crime
  Bleeding their hatred
  Spread the word
  Souls cry out
  Seeding lies
  Shrouds of death
  Monarch will pay
  For his crimes
  Lies, breeding hatred
  Slaughter, genocidal master race
  Victims, in sickened bodies
  Butchered, hordes will die
  Cleansing, the weak of mind
  Enslaving, controlling the toxic waste
  Leaders, of this wasteland
  Consuming, all in time
  Breeding their hatred
  Spread the word

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  It's so nice sitting very still,
  in a room where no one else can feel the pain
  that breaks my heart each day,
  I'm not ok.
  Sunlight shining through my window,
  let's me know that I'm still alive
  Why did I ever let you inside my heart? I'm such a fool.
  Paint my face in shades of blood
  and grey and take a seat right next to me
  But I should have known that you were a killer.
  But now I'm dead.
  A gaping hole, shot through my heart
  A lost connection from your poison dart
  Shot from your tounge to end my life.
  You're blowing at the fire to light your strife.
  You'll never know.
  The hardest thing about dying is,
  knowing you'll never see the light of day.
  A gaping hole...(shot through my heart)
  A lost connection from your poison dart.
  My head now spins and my ears bleed gold.
  I try so fucking hard, but I can't fit your mold.
  The hardest thing about dying is
  knowing you'll never see the light of day(x2)
  You ripped my heart out,
  you tore my eyes out, now you're gonna pay
  I'll stab you one time.
  I'll eat your heart out so you feel my pain.
  Don't you know that I always see you in all of my dreams?
  I wanna kill you.
  I wanna kill you now.(x2)
  I'm insane.

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  [B.G.]
  I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
  Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
  And I will use, in a minute you six feet
  I refuse to lose, I issue blues
  It'll be no clues
  When I strike, you lose
  I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes
  Your issue's.. where I hang
  You cannot stand without your pistol in your hand
  You ain't no man
  You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch
  And if you stay.. it's trigga play
  Motherfucker, you get split
  And once it's on, it's on, you all in
  I'm comin' full force after tha hissin'
  Stay off tha block.. 'cause everyday I spin tha ben
  Without a grin
  Hot Boy$ I represent.. to tha end
  Just me and my girlfriend
  We out to win
  Still got ki's for ten
  I get from B
  Bring 'em straight in tha U.P.T.
  After tha pack it's chance for me off six deep
  I front a nigga
  Tried to play me, ain't playin' me
  Thought it was all gravy
  He got his issue
  [Chorus x4: B.G.]
  It's gon' be 187 after 187
  It's gon' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11
  [Juvenile]
  They got a lot of.. niggas tryin' ta.. get me killed
  But I done flipped.. tha fuckin' script.. and played it real
  Now I'm dippin'.. an Expidition.. around tha corner
  And can do.. just about.. whatever I want
  I'm money-rollin'.. and it's legal
  And ain't no quittin' in tha Regal
  Behind tha tints.. my chopper's spittin'
  Me and Dougie.. fuck in (?), and showin' us in
  It's like a movie.. they wanna do me.. it's on again
  I know it's showin'.. how niggas scorin'.. I can hear ya talkin'
  Niggas knowin'.. now they hoin'.. to me for offers
  I can't holla.. don't have no powder.. until tomorrow
  But I got a.. couple of dollars.. that you can borrow
  Nigga, go
  You're 'round my door.. you're drawin' heat
  You can go.. but on this porch you destroyin' me
  No exception.. at disrespectin'.. can't let it happen
  Now you step in.. my fuckin' section.. talkin' 'bout jackin'
  [Chorus x4]
  [B.G.]
  Duck.. nigga, duck
  Cuz when I come I gon' bust.. fifty-plus
  Don't give a fuck who in tha way
  It's on you.. when I spray
  Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
  Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it down
  We get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clown
  Niggas fucked up don't know.. what to expect
  Cash Money liable to do anything next
  Fly around your set in a private jet
  Have your bitch next to me in a Corvette
  Or ridin' on tha back of my motorbike
  Around tha second line stun'n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom)
  [Juvenile]
  We showcasin', bodies erasin'.. we want it all
  Joe Killer.. told me be patient.. we gonna ball
  Seven figures.. me and my niggas.. we comin' up
  Gettin' rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plus
  Now we drainin'.. cuz that 'caine in-side of our nose
  Niggas playin' it.. tha way we sayin' it.. to let you know
  [Chorus x6]
  [B.G.]
  Juvenile and tha B.G.
  Juvenile and tha B.G.
  Juvenile and tha B.G.
  Represent tha U.P.T.
  Tha H.B., uh-huh
  Juvenile and tha B.G.
  Represent Cash Money
  Juvenile and tha B.G.
  Playa haters can't fade me
  You can talk that shit if you wanna
  I'll spin your corner