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Face
Please don't fuck with me
I lay you down like state prop
Hit em with a bat
Yeah
Watch his face pop
Homer out the park
But you be scared to play your

indicting?
Is it your business? You should mind it
I'm finna pop off
Getting my rocks off with the blunt I'm lighting
Yall should just fuck off
Watch me go

making money is me
surrounded by some fake niggas  wanna see me 6 feet
These hoes telling me they love me don't know what it means
Just stacking all these

still hot
And though I got you heated, you are still not
Really no debate if I will pop
Cause I'm guided by I Am, that's a real God
I'm super fly
I'm I'm

blanket at night it's like "Please
Let me breathe" but she
Think she your highness
And she thinks she's the finest I
Mean - she is fly
But when it comes

Fuck around, they take your son
My niggas had the right to run
We twist our fingers into guns
They get torn apart by the son
You can't thrive

Or Luke will prob'ly pop you if you're loose lipped
Never need a new clique, catch me on your news clip
Whole place rocking like a party on a cruise ship

want all my dogs gonna rush
Stick to your side
Bitch you not where I'm from
Hop inside a bugatti better strap up
One hell of a ride, baby doing what I

I’d fucked up you knew it
Work through the difference
I know that u used to it
Tryna be better
I gotta get used to it
Guess that u sick of it
Tired

Get Floored

Everybody get in here. come on, make some noise. where my people in the back, act like something
everybody here get your hand in the air

up" "That's all, man" "Be a better man"
"And you gon'
You gon' come out on your own way
Whatever how you gon' take it, man
Fuck it" "Rat Pack niggas"

Pimp'en the Scene

Partners-N-Crime

Whatcha Wanna Do?

the South
Got that accent, plus I got them slugs in my mouth
Ain't no sellin' out, boot niggas, love to shoot niggas
Better recruit niggas
We crackin' domes

Digi Warfare

Masta Killa

No Said Date [Bonus DVD]

2004

Come all the way home say "What the.. Pop home"
Freak 'em to the left while we rock 'em to the right
Brooklyn in the house, who want to fight?
And we

greatness
It's effortless
Oh baby ya better than stargazing
Ladies look up and aspire to you, baby
Ya so brand new but ya tried and true, baby
I was love sick

don't love you 'less you
Dress like a drag queen
The fuck shit, I ain' into that
Too much frontin' on the internet
The streets want me to put a end

People mi love hurt mi fi real
And the pain Weh mi feel 
Mi nuh want it again
Chorus
So I don't trust nobody who's friends with everybody 
We n everybody

catch a hit
Get right up on em turn em to a spliff
If it's up, then it's lit
When you see me better have your grip
So many deads like pass that Nick
Where

Harriet Tubman

Qwel

If It Ain't Been in the Pawn Shop, Then It Can't Play the Blues

if they're fucked up
If their mothers feathers soft
Calloused to death by your mallet
They're probably better off
Home is where the heart is huh?

Street Nigga

YG'z

Street Nigga

1993

shakin' niggaz knecks
Blood drippin' so bad from a cold kneck
What you figure when you livin' by the trigger
That's how it is when your fuckin' wit

hanging by a rope nigga
Diamonds got me soaked, I been pushing all this dope nigga

This shit way overdue
Just set a date for your funeral
You be waiting

take a walk around the house for free
Okay that's just what my management would love to see
Hits on hits, I do not play
Nigga's take shots like it's

finna fight
Aiming with the scope best believe that I gotta sight
When we meet up better know yeah it's on sight yeah
Keep me in the dirt
I was left

out the nest, porch steps
Gotta get to more bread
Can't save the world, only promise keep my home fed
I was taught to work until you wipin' off your

about my role
Got a purpose in this life, can't forget you back home
Don't gotta thank me (Don't thank me)
By your side all the time not just lately (Not