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OUT IN THE STREET... THEY CALL IT MURDER!

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Original DJ Set from Bungalow 8 sometimes in 2003. This set is quetesential B*, going from Should, to funk, to Rock & 80's to Hip Hop! From the Stones to B.I.G thru George Benson & Cheryl Lynn! For those of you who have known the B8 in the early 2000, this set will for sure reminisce some of your best nights in NYC! A time when the B8 was the only thing 10 blocks around from 27th & 10! :) . Glad I bought this set to the DJ back then. I have a couple more I'll try to upload. Music is our lifetime memory...These were my best years. Enjoy!!

It was a good day - Ice Cube

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Hate it or love it || The game, 50 cent

Dontcryforhoes  - Mentiras feat. _ogtreasure7

50 cent - many men (Wish death)

I don't own this song


50 cent - Many Men (Wish death) original

Six Days - Rapido Y Furioso (Reto Tokyo) ZaNDeR ReMix

Mc S Kaio Danone  Tira Catuca Dj S Marcus Vinicius Jr 2b Ofc Fellipe Lancamento 2017

I Know What You Want - Busta Rhymes (feat

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them?
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze until the bed's completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe
Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
But nah, you wouldn't understand
You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone
She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' 
*gunshot*

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