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turned out by half the squad
If they ain't hit that's their loss
I'm not upset I'm pissed off
Tell 'em drink bleach and kick rocks
These scene kids think

Pimpology

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

All we want is the money

I keep em' bro. 
Wake up one morning, and, with some money
To spend, they go crazy.

I'm going to tell you a story in

Pimpology

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House [Clean]

1990

(Pimp): That nigga wasts the honey
(Pimp): All we want is the money

(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro.  Wake up one morning, and, with some money

Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into

her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They're saying Ghetto Gospel was
Ahead of it's time i'm like, duh
Tell ‘em I

Heard of Me

Plies

Da Realist [Clean]

2008

Not a typical nigga bruh (have you heard of me?)
Boy I think I'm finna go all da way in on dis one (have you heard of me?)
1 thang about me

and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up

[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]

I'm from Detroit's

the trap
Let 'em raid, we gon' flush, if you snitchin', you get touched
Tell my mama I'm on the run, not givin' a fuck
Who want what? I put a team

Cannon

The Juice

Heavy Rotation Allstar Compilation, Vol. 7

2006

mayonnaise, um
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it
Bet that baby
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes
Get back get back boy this a set back
Clumsy

Haaaa-ha-ha
Haaaa-ha
"But I do think, um..."
Haaaa-ha
"...in this space"
Haaaa-ha
"It is a very..."
Haaaa-ha
"...you have to prove yourself attitude"

homes
And giving 'em drugs
Then I'll get justice, take a
Dump in his home, just to show him that it
Ain't right that he's white
And I'm getting hooked

safe, tell your wifey to chain up her legs
Remove all her eggs
Put 'em in bags and then lock them away in a safe
And send it away on a plane
I'm lucky

these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by

It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up

Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like

the future
Nap had passed the spiritual
Had to reinvent
Freshly off umbilicals
That is just the wind
Blow where you can't find
That's tell a vision Jesus
Peep

Boy ain't balled since twenty thirteen you the real J.C
Treat that nigga like a loose leaf stomp em in the street
Boy yo bitch pussy overloaded filled

Übernehmen (Apocalyptic)
Stepp' in die Kabine, baller' Silben in den Beat
Um alle Rekorde der Welt mit einer Single zu brechen
Und by the way 'nen Gruß

on the truck

What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up

Hating me kinky licks talking so much

Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it

But ain't no hope n him 
Den Layed him on that table 
Went to cuttin 
They den opened him 
By time they stiched him up 
That boy ain't even have a soul

Unevenly, illegally
Schooling, mixed with Rap
Gotta balance them equally

Epitome of me is tell the truth
Tell lies you kidding me
Get rid of me, you silly g

People told me that I couldn't do it I was really caught up in the struggle
Now I'm smoovest inna DMV I showed em how I got it off the muscle
And all

Feels like we're all alone but we're not so feel down
I've had enough of this shit
Album review came back
Say it's a flop outa ten
Votes giving me a six

shoot bitch, did it already
Had the boy so heavy, float like light as a feather
I'm giving that pressure okay, like
Tell me who the fuck coming for me