Letras:
4Thirty

[Rah:] Hey hip hop I see what you doing 4thirty ain't mad at you neither Let's do this [Hook: Rah] Look at my wrist Look at my kicks Look at my neck

into clowns, cause the cemetary Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw The 4BM put down

as the rotten smell of body stales. How many you nigga's is ready to get down and dirty? Watch me spit rounds like a thirty-thirty; word up. And you

Cause I'm dirty, got a blunt and half a pack and my Gat! {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } Frankie ain't pumpin' shit. - Till Lance come back home It's 4

: (feat. Dorasel, Thorough) [Hook x4: Eightball] We run this shit And we don't give a fuck who you be run-nin with So don't forget [Eightball] Gotta

7x] [Intro: Krayzie Bone] [Repeat 2x] Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes [Chorus: Krayzie Bone & LaReece] [Repeat 4

Biggie (repeat 4X) We gonna rock the party Rock the party, party Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) Betta run and tell everybody Everybody, everybody [Intro 4

: (feat. Short Dawg, Lil Scrappy, Lil Wayne & Pimp C) [JD:] Question What Yall Kno About Swangas On A Slab ,Thirties On A Hummer With The Butterfly

feeling very bored and very despondent, and then uh, suddenly, there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave up, and they started just falling in thirty