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Toe 2 Toe (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Toe 2 Toe (Mikey Spice) · Toe 2 Toe (Jah Cure) · Toe 2 Toe, Vol. 6 (Elephant Man) · Toe 2 Toe, Vol. 7 (Sanchez) · From tha Roota to tha Toota [Clean] (Field Mob) · Tha Lay to tha Dow (West TN Looney Mob) · From tha Roota to tha Toota (Field Mob) · The Best of tha Heart of tha Streetz, Vols. 1-2 (B.G.) · Tha Requiem: Songs for Tha Dead (Mr. Lil One) – and 90 other albums »


out
And blaze with me
2' in tha morning
And we still high assed out
Screamin' 'thug till I die'
Before I passed out
But now that your gone
I'm in tha
gigiglo, pull up at tha liquor sto
White Beige goods, Lexus, sweet potato pie

Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So
Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So fresh, so clean, baby boy comin' by down
From them bows to tha wheel, blowin'
I'm creased down in my polo
I'm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo
Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mist
smoked 
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes 
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes 
Really doe 
Bullet holes be so big 
Innocent bystanders get
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in sense of words but praycheck it 10 years ago died of brain cancerand went to heaven1997 rollin´with tha family booya musicmy peeps y´all
from her head to her toe shot by cupid
write letters to let me know how she feel
one of a kind good team you know that she's real
my juliet call her my
the one time scatter
Toe to toe, draw my mic and start dumpin
It's the down MC Eiht, and fool, this is Compton

	(This is Compton)

[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]
'cause I ain't tha one 
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun 
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail 
We could go toe to toe in the middle
tony the blacker baron
My bitches in g-strings covered by donna caren
Mr. tony never leave ya: bye bye!
Versace suits with the fuckin' collar - butterfly
Yeah
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet, y'all
AAAAHHHH Shit
Bricks

See me on the block with tha chromed out drop
Lambskin head to toe
seas 
I'm pimpin' this gat 
Watch me hidy flice these hoes 
Leave em short changed 
Take they fame and roll 
Wacth em all fall to tha flo' 
It's a t-k-o
(Ludacris) Verse 1

I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
Blessed by the reverend head to toe, spit tha chrome till my hand's tired

(Chorus)

So it's rainin' blood, from a lacerated sky blastin guns and knives
I
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
by the gun die by the same thang
Time bomb tickin won't bust until ya push it

[Chorus:]
And I'm buckin on em
I'm wylin on em
I'm crankin on em
I'm
cock will be
A party poppa 
I dig a ho 
Crack a dough 
By the north pole
I'm havin' fuckin' in tha snow 
I made him drop to his knees 
Yeah you
a G
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
My n****, we the last ones left
But life goes on

As I bail through tha empty halls
a G
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
My nigga, we the last ones left
But life goes on

As I bail through tha empty halls
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
fast)
Let them all by the miniature clothes
I suppose I can dress
To impress these hoes
Gator shoes
Fresh gashed from head to toe
Only wearin in
but i neva pull my card
I'm in the wind

(Chorus) x2
Things have changed but it still don't mean you forget all the time you spent
runnin around, havin