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done raise me
I know that it's crazy
Yeah, that's my freak, you call her your lady
I'm in the sheets laying down with your lady
She rub on my chest

you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love

confident until
I made 'em run you know it's Logic
In your vicinity murder evil entities
Better known as your enemies you feel it now
Spark the L and you be

Yuh, real Rx yuh
Real Rx

Walk in this bitch like Lil B
On the perc pill and a lil E
I slid in this bitch like a Martian
This a Audi, I'm not walkin'

a four
I shoot at the stars, strike a pose (grrah)
I walked in this bitch with a coat
Yeah, yeah, I want the fetti
Die by Lil Keed, yeah, I'm thug

it first now, I used to be last
Since a lil boy I was hustlin'
Day and night I ain't talkin' Kid Cudi, Mr. Catch a nigga while he clubbin
Can't react

Lip-ziper sound 
Heard them talkin then
But they ain’t talkin now

Too the women in my past that it didn’t last talkin down on the internet; I don’t hear shit

Everything she want, man she got it (got it)
Marble floors, orange like a pumpkin
House surrounded by a lil' army

Livin' in the mud (livin' in the mud)
I

dependin' on me, 'cause they know that I'm the plug
I'ma get your bitch wet, like it's water goin' in the tub
Where I'm from, it's niggas gettin' robbed by

tell by the laces, they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's

your mouth do
When you with them other niggas, when you hop up in the coupe
I don't wanna talk to you, you lookin' like a silly goose

Uh-huh, with my

Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

I'm dyin with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin' Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain't in this rap game,

That's right mothafuckas
Knightowl's back with some of that violent shit
With my boy Lil' One up in this mothafuckin house
Chris Gun up in this

boy
Don't make a nigga trip, lil boy
Why you lying through your lips, lil boy
You ain't really on shit, lil boy
Why I never see you in the street, lil

Let It Go Lil' Mama

Pharrell Williams

Brass Knuckles

2008

to blow!)
She blowin' cause she seen your flash (there they go!)
So many y'all in one spot (she lose her mind!)
She never seen so much cash

So let it go

Murder

Master P

The Shocker

1996

[Silkk]
Well, it's time to ride, slide
them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm about act bad, no doubt,

a extension (brr)
The laser on it, a fuck nigga better be quick cause I swear to god I'm not missin'
I probably won't miss, I put a bullet in your head

a home in the deep
Cause Oklahoma don't sleep
Give into the shoes with no feet
King got beat
Tonight the tiger weeps
Being constructive, I'm a crane
Asking

Let's Get a Room

Nasty Nardo

Can't Stop Ballin'

2004

Mr. do-it-to-you-hard, mr. do-it-to-you-long
Mr. back-stayin-strong-when-I'm-swimmin-in-you
Mr. run-and-tell-ya-friends-how-I-give-it-to-you
'cause

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

Yo, 'Law
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah
Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, ya know I'm sayin'?

'm turnin' up
Basic bitches call me thug because I'm fuckin' with the sluts
I'm nasty when I'm fuckin', I be puttin' thumb up in her butt
I don't get no

I'm Mr. Bitch Slayer, Mr. Get Paper Droppin' all this crack, R.i.P. the Mayor
Mr. No Favors, Mr. Fuck a hater You ain't talkin' money, Mr. See you

my trust
They talkin' shit, put your man in a blunt
Who just gun you down, yeah that's Mr. Roll-Em-Up
Me, Chris and Alan cookin' up with a view
Why you

to tha West

Well, Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca
The cute lil sista, with the fever blista
Said that I dissed her, 'cause I wouldn't kiss her
But I got