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