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to fake them out with a pump
On my Lil Jon with that crunk
Call my shooter up he gon' dump
Drop and give me them C Notes
Weigh them out by the kilo
Last

All plays get charged by the location
Grab separate and sell that's the rotation
If I gave you time appreciate the donation
Real hustlers give me

feel nun a lil bit
If she a baddie around me you know that lil flex hit (yeah)
Except for a few of em' but fuck it ion care cause them really my real

Loyalty ain't gotta price Na you couldn't measure
I got some niggas real hungry they applying pressure
I got a young bull on da block I call him Lil

Fiends at the door
They all want more, yeah, yeah
And I got the cure na nana nana, yeah, yeah
And all of the things I've seen
And all of my friends

Pick up and flip it
Pick up and flip it
Pick up and flip it
Nah for real I pay for the drop off
They tryna have my sauce
Make a call to the island

call and I'll
Be prepared to haul y'all off
Nigga dash, trap that ass
Roll up your up yo' ass
And punch it then flas
Got a gauge, when I catch 'em

touch with Him and make your good time roll

Jesus is real He's real to me
He's not faraway like many people think
Every morning every night uuh uh
He's

nigga
Call this shit sugar and spice 
If it bubble ima double up twice
I done been grazed once by ah bullet i ain't goin for that shit Na nigga not twice

would be lonely only 
If me and my shadow get to see u will I be happy so pick up the phone call me at home and make it all happen 

Pack a bowl roll one

White Linen Affair (Toney Awards)

Ghostface Killah

The Big Doe Rehab

2007

Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,

Southside

Lil Scrappy

Coach Carter

2005

the southside
(ayy, ayy, ain't nothin, ain't nothin, ayy)
[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]
Ill leave your ass cripled
Like some frosted flakes
What you call it

out, left the lil' hoe walkin
Not with the gimmick, I ain't with the talkin'
Big Mac, like Christopher Wallace
Hit from the back, she call me big poppa

with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandanna
Pussy wetter than Louisiana
You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone
I keep it real flyer

Attached, im silent
I'm shootin that shit im violent,
Roll it up now, I smoke this grass,
Drive by and I'm shootin yo ass,
She be a treesha so I call her

they tryna' label me
I'm tryna' make some demands, lil' bitch
Huh

Tryna' rage out, just like Teasy
We popping our shit, we just call it 'Nembrot'

going on
Pull up on a nigga in that 4 by 4
I be laughing at these niggas like they told a joke
Call up Ricko cause I know his ass be toltin' poles
(Huh)

huh

Temperature rising up
Ten in the mornin', time to roll (shawty a real deal)
I'm tempted to tell you the truth, but the timing wrong, huh
I

said
Need a hook song call up ted call up ty call up cenny call em all n tell em get wit me or dat yg or dat boy g or eb or dat lil ke spit game like

a strip Ben Frank blue hundreds that's cheese
I need a glock by the hip head in the whip
From a bitch that a roll my weed
I need a yac made neat room temp

ain't playin' 'bout that ('bout that)
NBA be my gang, bitch I stand on that
(I stand) real diamonds on my neck
Spent them bands on that
Bitch nigga call

like AR
Every real street n***a got a fuck n***a radar 
Bitch don't really like me, all the lil' ho see is paper 
All I got is dick, I told that ho I'm

call you hit the range quick
By the time you done then I'm at your fucking crib

Twelve gauge Remington
Blowing out his motherfucking ribs
One wrong

niggas try to send they lil' bro like I ain't big homie
Hold on, let me call lil' bro so he can get on him
And the opp said I was broke, so you know I had