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1996

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[ U.G. ]
I was on ATLANTIC
With my man Quick
To snatch jewels and hit the scale
Seen 50, didn't want to GO TO JAIL

You can tell em' I ain't worried bout' em 
I'm poppin' my collar 
Baby from Carolina 
She tryna be a model 
Every time we hit the scene I get a blunt

a snitch so I had to turn off my phone,
Matt black, or the chrome, (urgghh uhhh uhh)
I been through 5 since I came home(urghh)
September time, winter autumn

you so mad
A B C D E F G
I'ma meet ya mother and she gon suck my D

Yea nigga who you think I am
Thrash skrt
Hit a car crash
Niggas wanna fight but

come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why

Dyed my hair i don't give a fuck I can't blend in
By the texaco serving pedestrians
They know I got it ain't no rhetorical questions?
I'm an Ahk I sold

shawty
Mike Amiri ,  gotta switch it to the chrome hearts
She ain't feelin' the ceiling, it gotta go off
Haven't hit it in a minute, bout to go off

In

No, it's not my fault, even though you get me wrong
I'm just so fuckin' wristbent over some dumb bitch
In the past, what is it, Matt
Takin' all these

like its fuck y'all 
They say trust ya gut thats the reason ion trust y'all
My circle in my heart thats a fendi but above all 
My haters made me who I am

tracks, killing you niggas on wax, it's a fact
Presidential Obama, my nigga, I swear you should call me Barack
Baracka Obama, you don't want no drama, hit

on wax, it's a fact
Presidential Obama, my nigga, I swear you should call me Barack
Baracka Obama, you don't want no drama, hit you wit the llama
I'm eating

for a ride
Bonnie and Clyde
Yeah i got you for life
Ain't worry about anything
Abusing my heart
Fuck my mind
You can hit my line
When you need me

and the slopes in the Aspen As soon as I turn my back, niggaz kickin
my back in
I can feel a bitch movin' funny by the way that she walk
Can feel a nigga movin'

Matt, I can't believe you did this!
Every day I spend with her, my heart beats fast it's kinda strange
Maybe it's the fact that she is cute or maybe

to party
But bitch I'm still pulling up tardy
And bitch I'm a baller Matt Hardy
I told her I'm sorry not sorry

I ride in the benz with my friends
I'm

Carry the Weight

Xzibit

At the Speed of Life

1996

arrangement 
at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick 
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit 
I would forever be hit with

the black
Burban in matt
Tinted burgundy Mac
Red dot stock drum
30 attached
Hits after hits so cold still
Burning ya track
Tennessee whiskey whole
Bottle

comin
I'm portraying, slayin' the villian
Matt Dillion, and I'm dumpin
And they quick to dip
16 rounds up in my clip
And I'm takin' time to aim
Ain't no

in the mattress under my lady
And she don't need no toys
There's no need for vibrating
When I lay her on the matt
Get back the doc is operating
Some

state & all she do is party
I'm jumping in & out this bitch I feel like I'm Matt Hardy
Off my checklist
Met her out in Texas
Head top, head top
Grip her

better keep me in the front, cause I'm a backstabber
I'll cut a bitch up and get inside and stab her
She tryna run off with my heart, I go and kidnap her
I

(Ooh) A love like yours is sweeter than wine (Song 1:2-4 & 4:10).
Even though I am asleep my heart is awake (Song 3:1 & 5:2).
(Aaah)
And I will remain

Notti a dick he went onna train
Ndot be dissing don't in no pain
Smoking on dotty fucking up my brain
He got lined by a thot now he Sitting wit caine

one (whip)
Now tattoo me on your ass, so it means something (oh)
Thumb through it, count that big bank roll (count it)
Prong set on my Cartier by