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oh nwata miss
Ife ina eme mu oh oi
I be your body guard
You be my honey pie
Forever you and l
I swear l no dey lie
The way you shake your low waist oh

door
You ain't in the mix, tell me who you gonna clap for

Body for a body, Mai a problem, we can match scores
First one to a check, did it the best, who

you know that Imma sign that
Bad luck when you see me and bro riding in a black cat
Day ones by my side, keep it straight and never bent
Bought

Bitches doing splits on the dick for a tip
Think she finna be my girlfriend and take her on some trips
901 Beat Cartel
You're in the mix with the one

THOUGHT I MADE IT ALL TIL I STARTED MAKIN' MORE
NOW I HATE YOU ALL
DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN TAKE
BEFORE I START TO BREAK YA OFF
A LIL ONE TWO
KICK IT

& move
I let her sail like by boo don't cry foo plenty to sale ya pie to

So now you mr pie dude you even got you a tie to
Starter kit for them beginners

Let me start this off by saying, man you fuck niggas some hoes
Get up close, turn that switch, man I open up that door
Pussy boy don't drop my 5, we

Niggaz Don't Want No Problem

Crips

Nationwide Rip Ridaz

1995

give a row
Atlantic A-D-see is what I'm always givin' up
So niggas see-ware of the notorious "Panic Zone"
Crazy S-be	-G
By the way it's Mr. Gangsta Bone

her to the telly
Drop her off by the deli
She takin' dick to the belly
Rollin' up U.E. and mix it with Smelly
JB got hit by the deli
Now I'm smokin'

a lil umbrella
Game shooter I take trips to the Bermuda so many cars
I got more keys than a computer
Screens fall like snow on a vacation to Alaska
Fly

love being all by my lonely and matching myself, cause only in I who I trust
Copped me a zip and said fuck it and went made music on behalf of the buds

Bad lil bitch, I ain't suck my D
I was four years old when I grabbed that Glee
Talkin' down, but we grabbin' those D's
Talkin' down, you can hit it

Bitch
Yea

Cause we goin win and they goin wait
Yea
Yea

I get richer by the day
Yea I know a nigga blessed
Know my gma prayin for me
Be damned I let

And awfully crazy it's sad
Sometimes it makes A lil mess 
But I won't ever get mad 
My tempers held back in fact 
Mix a lil bit coke with this jack 
Stay away

fuckin' murder by this ballpoint in my right hand
Assassinatin' these beats and I don't need no fuckin' hype man
I quench your bitch's thirst, and I don't

pull down my mask, I get low on my funds
I pop my shit like I got the runs
I get head in my whip like I'm Tommy Bunz
I'm rockin' timbos, I don't got no

Let Da Monkey Out

Redman

Live in Paris

2008

Stay there, runnin' with more kids than daycare
One shot prove it ain't nuttin' but weight here
When he lands flat I'm the minivan
With Lil' Cease,

kept a few runners in the bando
Still getting money on the low thats a facto

Know the only time I speak when it's factual,
Call you Mr. Capalot you be

supplying shit like whole wheat
And no I ain't dry my shit by no means
Let it begin silencio Comprende
Okay attention man I'm fucking hittin spins ina rental

by myself And I'm cool just with that I don't need no one else
Ain't going to no hoe house I can't get complacent
Ancestors was slaves, I need master

Blues hit When u mix it with the drink
Aye, Bë u good?
Man I'm straight shit i Learned that shit from Dugg
That 42 got her thinkin we in love
Paid u

to believe all that fronting?
I ain't into the dissing
I'd rather pull up on your DeDe
Don't get lined by lil treeshy
Had lil Dee to the low leaky
Please don't

I havent even peaked yet
Heart walled up, playing defense
Girl i was seeing, said she loved me
Lil did i know, she was creeping
And i ain't gonna

Aww ya (3x)
Its Eklass in this bitch yeah
(mr free lunch line and we popping in this bitch..)
And you know what I do 
(..poppin in this bitch)
Bitch