2Pac ft. Nate Dogg - Ride Or Die

True Thugs

Sex, Drugs & Rock ‘n Roll

Coke ATM

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war just started raining blood .mp3

Produced By Jourdain Casper.


The Official Ghosty Ghost 👻

Ghosty Ghost & Ghostia - BACKPACK IS LOADED (Modified Version)

Shaolin Chamber Manuscripts by smokethatdank

Monastery Alleyway Duel by smokethatdank

Verse 1
Step into the backroom, smoke in the air,
Gold watch ticking on the boss’s chair.
Silk tie, cold eyes, no mercy to spare—
If you talk too loud, you might disappear.

Bootleg liquor in a battered case,
Cops on payroll, never leave a trace.
We deal in whispers, power, and pace—
Every handshake’s just a high-stakes race.

Hook
Yeah, we run this town from the alleys to the docks,
Pocket full of secrets, coat full of Glocks.
Move like ghosts when the midnight knocks—
When the door taps twice, you don’t check that box.

Verse 2
Black car parked with the engine low,
Tommy gun humming like a radio.
Money in the walls, but nobody knows—
We bury our sins where the river flows.

Champagne dreams with a razor grin,
Card game crooked but I still cash in.
In a world full of saints, I was born to sin—
Got blood on my shoes and a tailored pin.

Hook
Yeah, we run this town from the alleys to the docks,
Pocket full of secrets, coat full of Glocks.
Move like ghosts when the midnight knocks—
When the door taps twice, you don’t check that box.

Bridge (spoken/rap)
No halo in this city made of bourbon and chrome,
Just kings with pistols guarding paper and thrones.
Say my name in the wrong place—never get home.
We built an empire outta smoke and bone.

Final Hook
We run this town, shadows sharp as knives,
Playing God with the gangland lives.
If the door taps twice, better cut those ties—
That’s the sound of power in a world of lies.

The Wicked Blinders

Mami on Fuego

Midnight Snap

Yeah, they call him Trapper, but he didn't trap no bears, He was sittin' on his porch, countin' all his cares. The SSA sent a letter, said his benefits were low, Trapper looked at the envelope and said, "Oh, hell no!" He didn't call a lawyer, didn't write a strongly worded plea, He went straight to the county, shoutin', "Free my money!" Got a form that said 'Lien,' and that's when the plot thickened, Decided every SSA worker was about to get bricked in. (Slow drawl) Twenty million dollars, man, that's what he assigned, To the poor federal workers, just messin' with his mind. He was prolly just gonna buy snacks, maybe fix the roof, But now the judge is lookin', askin' for the proof. He was retaliatin', said the court with a frown, Now Trapper's doin' time, gotta put the Sharpie down. 'Cause when you try to file a lien, with that twenty-mil-man-spite, You gonna end up in the jail, turnin' off the light. Shoulda just bought some chips, Trapper, and stayed real low, (Slight laugh) Now he’s killin' time, instead of killin' flow.

The Ballad of Trapper.

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Midnight Snap

Silver Sage

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