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ring-a-ding
It ain't no stopping me
Annointed by the cursed ones yeah
I feel like Sasooke or Sasuke
Kick it with a Maggi on a Thursday
Magnum on my dick and she

better take you a nap
You gotta gamble with life
And I talking bout craps
I know this life ain't no game
But don’t go being no lame
Know the way that you

Live
Love
Piss
Shit
Marry
And die by
Live with that law
Til I die too
I am not 
As dark as you
English is my only language 
But I know your kind
Through

what a lesson
I dropped Organic, kept it real
My confessions
So now I’m ‘bout to usher in a new me
Just get ready, just get ready, baby
This wave I’m

make her dance No Juicy
But I'm so fresh it look like they juiced me
F.L.Y. til I D.I.E.
Balling by my lonely in my own league
Run it like the Point

be seen by writing lines...this game is open I need closure so I’m going out firing, Kobe Lebronin Peyton or Bettis on the Bus chasing this lettuce,

becoming killers
Daughters dreamt of marriage
Later becoming strippers
Get your paper I guess
Huey taught us unity
We love hatred I guess
When you

by 
Hateful lies
Just gotta keep my head held high
Just gotta stay black and die
King of kings
Kiss the ring
Bring me down
Not a thing
Hate me and you

song came about
So off with ya mouth fuck whatchu talkin bout
I will annihilate every rapper from my state
I ain't talkin Darrien or tech but my name

but then this world led em astray
Bob was healing with peace then he was conquered by hate
Huey said pick up a gun cuz they don't hear nothing you say

I'm trying to give her a first
Out on the hunt, nigga Loud on the purge
On it off top, it ain't start, it's who finish
Fuck bout the law, I want them

goin ask for the price
All of the bitches be rolling like dice
Bet on me once imma hit by tonight 
They keep on askin and worrying bout me 
I told these

how dat guh, don wayne!

[VERSE 1]

Yuh have a one strap me have one too!
Many backa dat, contract ones too!
Fi di killaz gunshots by cartons too!
Buss

there know all bout me and that's how I like it
By the time you hear dat I was there I'm gone just like some lightning
Fuck it finna tell y'all bout

baby can't be touched and y'all know dat
Bop on his grave nigga just like I'm Kodak
He bout that life nigga gone head and show dat
Got the money nigga

of it
I’m kick back coolin got my hammer for da opposite
I’m bout dat shit they talk dat shit u know I’m walk-in it
Still remember dem days I was in dem

Yeah we bout dollars
Yeah
Thats cause we trap scholars
Know dat
See niggas trap scholars
Aint we bout dollars
Fasho
Cause we trap scholars
For real

gone in the morning

[Verse 1:]
Hey shorty wat u drinking on last call for alcohol
been thinking bout dat ass since I seen you at the
mall them thick

today, 
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her

Struttin' With Some Barbecue

Louis Armstrong

1925-1950

2000

tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for

Whats Happenin'

Webbie

Savage Life 3

2011

Hollering bout y'all gne blue me and do me up when y'all see me
You bout it bout it come see me I want a niqqa to sneak me
Let you come wit dat bullshit I

Made nigga webbie trill t young savage believe dat I'm a muthafucking made nigga these niggas think about me when they rap I'm a muthafucking made

Who's Tha M.F.

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

Thoughts goin through my mind nigga had tried to shine
I would be bout dat iron in this foolishness frame of mind
In the front door actin a donkey wit tha

like ya know
You ready ta die bout dat bitch but I dont give a fuck
Im still fuckin dis hoe
Im ready to die by respect
Got me a chop dats ready to blow