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pulls her man around by the apron strings
If it wasn't for powder or that store-brought hair

That man of mine he wouldn't go nowhere nowhere
I got
loaded, fully loaded of dime bags? 

[Juvenile] 
What kinda nigga do crime and serve time? 
What kinda nigga ride keys and serve dimes? 

[Lil' Wayne]

187

C-BO, WC

Orca

C-BO

2012

[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
I'm a young nigga, go by the name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
with her diamond ring
Leads the man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and that store bought hair
That woman of mine wouldn't have
sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money 

I went
loaded, fully loaded of dime bags? 

[Juvenile] 
What kinda nigga do crime and serve time? 
What kinda nigga ride keys and serve dimes? 

[Lil' Wayne]
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
bad 
For that undertaker let me get before I get mad
That straight up powder got me fucked up
Duckin now I'm fucked up
I need some dope that fire brown
sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money 

I went
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain’t shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
beams bright
You keep your eyes shut
Your alarm clock lies
Get to school on time

But you're a bag of warm fluid
You're the corpse in the class
You walk
Well I really didn't want to go out, to the movies
With some guy I didn't know named Joe, a friend of my friend Susie's
Waitin' by the window, not
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge
She was the prom queen, the world was hers
With a wave of her hand, whispered words
Hearts broken by her abilities
Addicted to the sweetness
dangerous, I come real wit this
And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping
By any means necessary, you can't get buried
I may come wit a smile
the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, I get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more?
chewing candy, dammit we was young
And I can still smell the stench of the
Body bag by the project bench
Tyrique and Malik, I ain't seen 'em since
Jamar,
chewing candy, dammit we was young
And I can still smell the stench of the
Body bag by the project bench
Tyrique and Malik, I ain't seen 'em since
Jamar,
suspect
That throws more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family
caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

Ever since my childhood I've been scared I've been afraid
Of being trapped by circumstance