NBA YoungBoy – Diamond Teeth Samurai

[Intro]
Aye
Aye, they might could do it better
I ain’t trippin’ off all that shit

[Chorus]
Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin’ every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin’ through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson ain’t no actin’ when I’m on a mission
Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot

[Verse 1]
Whole lotta killing, Helter Skelter like I’m Charles Manson
These niggas hatin’ now keep that hammer, all these diamonds dancin’
Me and Meek Mill watchin’ movies in Rick Ross mansion
You disrespect, I up the TEC and let you niggas have it
23 shots, Lebron James I shoot the cavalier
These niggas speakin’ on my name I’ma get it clear
When they shot, they aimed for my brain but I’m still here
I’m a Bad Boy, never met Diddy but that’s what it is

[Chorus]
Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin’ every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin’ through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson ain’t no actin’ when I’m on a mission
Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot

[Verse 2]
I’m in the all white Porsche wit’ [?] ridin’ through Hollygrove
Discussin’ ’bout what it’s gon’ take to get them birds gone
Say "look, look daddy," I ain’t your wardie make me bust your dome
Got a 100 shots up in the Caddy while I’m headed home
My lil’ hitter quiet like Slim, we gon’ shoot above the rim
We gon’ pop ’em when we see ’em
Whip his pockets ‘fore we kill ’em
We got the police on our trail, so we runnin’ when we see ’em
Don’t wanna front us now run, we gon’ rob ’em when we see ’em, bitch
Police hit our stash house but we ain’t closing shop
They got some niggas movin’ work to stay right up the block
Knock on the door, I need a zone yeah I got the guap
Soon as he open up the door, he gon’ see the Glock

[Chorus]
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot

Onyx & Dope D.O.D. – Don’t Sleep (Shotgunz In Hell Album)

[Intro: Jay Reaper]
Dope D.O.D., Onyx
One, two, yeah we comin’ for your crew
Three, four, my niggas knocking on your door
Five, six, we’re pissed and we’re equiped
Seven, eight, nine, ten, we comin supper special

[Verse 1: Jay Reaper]
I hear you motherfuckers is testin’ me
They, wanna get the best of me
Best believe they won’t let me breathe
So I need a little stress relief
I need little extra cheese
I need little extra weed
Before I lose my shit and make you bitch ass nigga rest in peace
Goddamn! Put the gun in my hand
Nigga I’mma blam like a massacre stand off
I’mma shut your straps so you can’t talk
Nigga that check, hand off
I never been a fan, no
Rip that ass, I’m like handcuffed
These niggas is brain washed
That’s why we’re going hard and you stay soft

[Verse 2: Skits Vicious]
Freddy Krueger left the building
Jason took the kids to camp
Trick or treat I pull the heat and show you how to rob a bank
Michael Myers came for Christmas
Chucky had some different plans
Guess that means I’m next in land to catch you with an empty tank
I’m a motherfucker monster bitch, lay eggs bigger than an ostrich
Oyster slam on my upper lip
Plastic Glock with a box of bricks
Hardcore crew with a bunch of hits
What’s that ringing with a hundred chicks
No one back when she cross the bridge
They all lay flat when I pop the clip

[Verse 3: Fredro Starr]
Smoking blunts with Ted Bundy
Charles Manson drinking [?]
Tell me what’s your sign bitch, I’m the Zodiac Killer
Yeah I’m the lady killer, bitches call me Jack Ripper
Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer ’cause I’m eating all you niggas
Shittin’ on niggas colides to me
Put a cut on your face like a apostrophe
Get a gun, I ain’t no boxer
To be .38 fucking straighten your posture G
I’ll make a catastrophe, get skeet up with a ski mask for me
A runaway slave with a master keys
Fuck the world, you’re going after me
Crying for a day, yeah purge’s back
Killing these niggas with these murder raps
[?] on niggas, yeah [?]’s back
Push a nigga fucking wig further back
People’s always told me I ain’t shit
You know what bitch? I ain’t shit
Put a gun to your head, now watch your brain
That’s what I’m painting that wall with

[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]
Hmmm, what’s worse than killing you?
Let you live, life would be miserable
Look at you, you’re fucking pitiful
Stop, know we niggas bringing death to you
Beat with fists on tell who running
Think of your child, what you wanna do for it?
Your face, my fist or get a gun
Think you know me? Just get you a blunt
God struck you punch, dudes see me up
Niggas do a lot of sound for a loot or money
Squad must be runnin’, they ain’t see it coming
Niggas give it up or they ain’t getting shit from me
Hocus pocus, you should be gone
Abracadabra now you see, now you don’t
I’ll make you disappear right into thin air
Shoot you in Hell with this sawn off right here