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Pull up with the Mafia boys, get you ransom
Point these cutters at your feet, make you dance son
Hit your fuckin' block, mix that shit like it's

I Need an Eighth

Miami

Collection of Dope

that big bomb pillows take ya way back

My back is getting smaller and my man ain't callin' back
If he don't call by tomorrow
I'm gonna have to start

Hahaha aye aye aye it's Og Loc homie and
Imma kick it a little something like this

The style that I spit with you
Ain’t lit kid you a
Shit prick

feet and hop
The fuck off of my dick

All chumps get squashed by
The Screwed Up Click
Certified gangstas ain't takin no shit
Got everybody tryin'a steal

shit is for me
You say you got 2 hoes? Bitch, let's make it 3
I got my key in the whip, making trips, see how we move with it
Pop eyes when they hit that

is in the booth
I ain't got that person that I feel I can let loose to
So I find a beat and sing the shit that I do
Hit up Jess and Jerzy ask when

See we don’t politic with imbeciles we congregate with criminals and keep some killer hoes and keep the toaster by my genitals for when the shit goes

cause I was gone for weeks
Black on black but I'm not even a fan of the police
You'd be scared of me if I tell you all the shit I did
Got too many voices

gotta go
Nigga fa sho
100K shows when we hit the road
Hand in the face I swish like Kobe
Years down the road i'll get my trophy
I aint gotta do it all by

but I'm not weak
Word to the biscuit and two piece
Been True Grit no TV
I'm like John Wayne in 3D
Raised by the killas and D Boys
On the north side they

Beware of Us

Xzibit

Weapons of Mass Destruction

2004

you're just a sidekick, yeah
Runnin' the outside lickin' shit and ridin' dicks
Real niggas start cliques, start shit we spark clips
The mac'll make your

off your feet
Stem from a long line of kings with no singing
Made ya breath in yo crown fore the shots hit the ceiling
Dust on my rags, Dave in his bags

at the damn sky 
I been thinking I'm sweating I'm so tired 
Make no mistakes, I made three of them 

Up on your mans
He doin shit to get glam
Full of stuff that

around send a blitz
Slide with draco's, AR's, better not try jump the fence
Flrrd, switch hit his ass made him shit
Blrrd, Know we choppa gang way and we

now, they doin' what I say like a sensei (Like a)
My shit hit like a nigga hit a checkmate (Ha)
And bitches know me, I'm still bouncing out with them

Our drip is so mean, you can check us
If you hit that lick you best fess up
Cause Dae got the glock, do not test us
Dae, yuh
Flex up with Lan3, we gon

egeee egeee no febreeze
Back back bitch yes give me three feet
Bitch your breath smell like me
Bitch you ran the whole team
I know you know on the gram
I

that dun dun dun 


Wake up hit the stu and make a song song song 



They Prolli never love you till You gone 


Till You gone (3x)


Smoking

just a rapper I be on my singing shit look how I'm switching it up
Remember when you didn't give a shit now you're a fan when you see that I'm up
When I

but he a fan of me
I wasn't living out these dreams til
I said fuck the fantasies
So now I'm getting to it
Bet I'm there like two feet
Riding down 1

die by the gun (baow)
Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I done
My nigga got bond and he went on the run (go)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk

get to wreckin up the venue lotta pussy on the menu like a china spot
Flow so cold when I speak u feel the climate drop
When shit hits the fan I’m all

Thin Red Line

Typical Cats

Typical Cats

of the rich pick a thin
Pockets bare and scatter, the skeletons of cultures with no rent control 
Pattering feet of prostitutes and penny brown
Children

do, it's gon' all hit the wall, It's Gon' all hit the fan, I ain't even gon' crazy
I don' been right here too many times, But this time around, you can