God Bless The Dead
[XXXTENTACION]
You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain?
I’d rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but niggas like the task force
Mobbin’ on the streets and robbin’ stores in ski masks, bruh
Niggas ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
‘Cause it’s a game of cat and mouse and you gon’ bleed silent
What’s the justice in sayin’ fuck it and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin’, nigga I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But yo, you’d rather hear mе say, “Fuck black prejudice!”
“Let’s murdеr different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!”
Views and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage ’em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won’t dare say that you should stop the fuckin’ ignorance
Murder ops, killin’ shit, I’d enjoy the thrill of it
Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin’ ’em
Auction ’em, don’t you bark at ’em
Murder ’em, never heard of ’em
[2Pac]
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Bust shots at my adversaries, them niggas scurry
Pick a spot to be buried, ‘cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry
Thug for life, high 'til I die
Shootin' crooked ass cops, let me fry
Do or die, to my brothers, tell 'em

Game thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous motherfuckers can't see
That's it's the fame that causes
These stupid bitches to pass the pussy free
So tell me, why you sweat a motherfucker like me?
A young nigga tryin' to hustle up some G's
You pussy-ass playa hatin' hoes
Freakin' down on niggas, jumpin' around at the shows
And you the first motherfucker to jump
To the trunk when it's time for funk, little trick-ass punk
Thug motherfuckers don't die
We get high and we multiply, motherfucker
Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay
I'm livin' in L.A., still clutchin' on my AK
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, stuck
Can you picture a middle finger out the window, gettin' fucked
Off liquor; get loaded, can't control it
Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bozack to the ho-stack, that's for sho', black
So be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me, what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce, soon bounced to a ki'
You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt
And now I'm in the rap game, like the crack game, I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun

[Eazy E]
1,2,3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin' E
With the chrome to your dome
Cruisin' in my '64 rag top
I got a lot of juice
A lot of fuckin' block
Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz I'm fully strapped
For the car jackers
Fuck no hapsters
I pack a Tech-9
Plus a AK-47
Send a one way ticket to my hell
Or maybe heaven, peep
Nigga I don't sleep
Bury muthafuckas in the concrete
You try creep kinda slow in a Astro
But I peep you niggas out in my left window
So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo
Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe
Hey yo bitch
Here's the seven digits
Call me if you can
Only if you want it
Let a nigga know
Can I dig like a miner, 49er
Diggin' for gold from behind her
Here's the seven digits
Call me if you can
Only if you want it
Let a nigga know
Can I dig like a miner, 49er
Diggin' for gold from behind her
Hey yo bitch