text: Most of these niggas be bitches too
  But youll never hear that side of the story
  So uhh, we finna do this shit like this
   2Pac
  Its like I tell my niggas, keep your eyes on these bitches
  They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches
  What the fuck you think a trick is nigga
  Nigga done stick and wet his dick
  And then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH!
  Im here to school you to the rules of the game, itll cost ya
  Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her
  Its like a motherfuckin priveledge
  So dont give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
  When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
  And if she hesitate, nigga hang up, worrrd up
  And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
  And call me when youre ready to bone, and its on
  A motherfucking mack tonight
  Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
  You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches
  Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches
   Tyga
  Taste, taste, she can get a taste
  Taste, taste, she can get a taste
  Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
  Its all the same, like Mary-Kate
   Tyga
  Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring
  Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
  Why you claim that you rich? Thats a false claim
  I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
  Whole lotta styles, cant even pronounce the name
  You aint got no style, see you on my Instagram
  I be rockin it like its fresh out the pan
  Only when Im takin pics, Im the middleman
  Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
  Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin Nike
  Me not icey, thats unlikely
  And she gon suck me like a fuckin Hi-C
  Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team
  And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
  And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
  Im the black JB the way these bitches scream
   Tyga
  Taste, taste, she can get a taste
  Taste, taste, she can get a taste
  Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
  Its all the same, like Mary-Kate
  Taste, taste, she can get a taste
  Taste, taste, let you get a taste
  Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
  Yeah thats cool but he aint like me
  : Biggie Smalls
  Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
  Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
  Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
  Sure do, two .22s in my shoes
  Holler if you need me, love, Im in the house
  Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about
  Moet popping, ho hopping
  Aint no stopping Big Poppa
  Im a Bad Boy
  Niggas wanna front, who got your back? 
  Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? 
  It aint hard to tell Im the East Coast overdose
  Nigga you scared youre supposed to
  Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
  Fuck up the party before it even start
  Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
  On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks