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came
Black Jesus with the dreadlocks, but we ain't never pray
Started carrying a pocket tool by the seventh grade
Court cases after court cases, facing

it all up in your bones
Feel it all up in the speakers
Now I’m after what I’m owed
Major keys feel like Alicia
Cause now I’ve grown
I’m an artist on my

peep
Center stage with demands for me
Center stage with some hands for me

She wanna snitch
I'm a tell her to keep it discreet
Keep me hard like

thick brown little round thing
Keep it shaved
Around her mounding
All streaming down
To her fountain
That head game on astounding
Never need no reminding

of commission (uh huh)
Me fall off? Under one condition (ooh)
Ooh, They gotta find my body dumped in the sewer
Black and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C.

of chips
If we're bein' honest, your hand, I wanna get a grip
Wanna taste that flavored chap-stick straight from your lip
I can play the soulmate, just give

Shoot like Im Paulo gotta keep a five
Your girl with the brown boys and she is a groupie 
When she ain't with you she with Creekside
I run with the devils

strong, keeps movin' on

It shakes the leaves and the grass

The train is all black, like the man from the past

The ghost of old Johnny Cash


Young man

Now I Feel Ya

Scarface

The World Is Yours

1993

the girlies on my popsicle 
Now everybody's got my baby 
Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy 
"It's your daughter, don't she

Record Year

Eric Church

Mr. Misunderstood

2015

I'd just sit in silence by myself
Turn this house into a jail
Dyin' slow in a livin' hell
But love's got a funny way of keepin' score
And your

Ask About Me

Ice Cube

Tha Remix Album

2005

Prescription pills to keep me calm  
Nigga  I'm da bomb! 
In the black Testerosa, 
Sippin' on Mimosa, 
A bleedin' nosa
I'm in the West, we ain't got

her off the lot
Yeah, yeah, off the lot
Yeah, I gotta watch what I say 
'Cause these niggas around and they might be the cops
Yeah, I got a whole

your side

I got a, bad bitch in my left hand, bad bitch in my right hand
Had to cut one off, but I ain't good with decisions
I just cut them both off, I

cheese on me, foreign keys, now I got leverage
Ice freeze on me, like a big gulp gotta keep my beverage
Call me D Rose, my feet little petals
Shows

lightning
Clash of the Titans
I fight against her and the Vikings
Snake bitten by Great Britain
New Age System, Medusa is your ruler
She turns your city into

wheels to match my grill
How you haters feel
to see the pimp and the gangsta ridin off this here?
my diamond grill shinin from eastern mall all the way

meowing for me
Call it Kibbles N' Cream
Look you right in your eyes
While you get my mans right
Pussy strong as Black pride
Raise a fist to take five

Up

at the booth, cash in hand
Brooklyn: that's the home field
Bringing back that Attack of the Clones feel
My fam-lay sling rock and roll
No fronts when I'm talkin

the trenches posted with a couple goons
Ate with my hands not a cup and a spoon, if you play with the gang then you making the news
Black dufflebag with

tae doing good the devil got him by his teeth
So he takes up tios offer a new life he's never seen
Started off slow a couple g's of tree
Got some money

Bat a Bitch

B.G.

Chopper City

1999

I back the fuck out the bitch quick
Cause these hoes ain't shit
They good for open mix shit
I put they mind on my dick
Gotta put my ???, keep my hoes

waiting to take off a green dress
Give you that deep press
Fondle your clean breasts
Night got us mated like speed chess
Shaking your hand while you gleamed

(Laviish)
(She know, she know, she know)
She know I keep it G for her
She say her heart on lock, I got the key for it
I'm rubbing all on your body, you

Dead in a Year

Street Military

Street Miliatry [EP]

[K.B.]
I'm your number one suspect cause I wear black 'locs
Took my head back and choked on weed smoke
Ya call me a ghetto thug but I say: 'Damn