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Bricks
Got Guys
Toting Them Sticks
(Toting Them Sticks)
Still in the Mix
Got cocaine
On them ships
(Coco)
Mazha
Drop Top My Mercedes
Space Coupe Space

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes

sleep, I'm paranoid
Deep in my thoughts, I'm stuck in a void
They want me gone, they know I'm the don
Don't be in the mix we in the back with these sticks

out
Honey, I dashed, I moved too fast again
I had to just get out the mix
I said the crib, just me, myself and my sticks
I'm thinkin' about goin'

stick back
He get sticked up wit his bitchass
Never cross me on that big path
Its a small world but it's a big path ah
Put his ahh in a Zigzag
Watch em

leave out the city that they shacked up
Cause if you do that's the right they got you jacked up
It's embarassin because you know they justice, but all you

Sometimes, I don't even use my stick 
These fuck niggas don't wanna box, mane (freeze)
And if he act like a bitch
Then I might just go pull it out and let

live
I'm out the window
Her nigga outside I snuck in the crib
I'm out the window
We Caught em lackin right his crib
We kickin in doors
Got her in here

Frontliner like a barber, I'm ready for fades
The only power that I call on, don't wear out his name
Or use it in vain, be like Judas or cain
Want your rights

I ain't been an adult too long
But long time, see I've been grown
How many years did I keep it moving
Test my heart with sticks n stones
I pray that

in capsules, serve it to fans
You, you and you, it's hot right now fam
Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll serve you again

I mix the poetry with

that's standard
Keep it steady, haffi rise my balance (listen, look)
Gettin' gyal and cash ain't gara (gara)
So stick to the grind's what I told my bro

When I'm in the stove, put my back in to it
Fit right in my jeans, compact the Uzi
Stick on me bitch ima use it
Get your pen and paper, Papi finna school

the shit it then it  gotta be right,, if I’m takin yo clients it  aint outta spite.. we aint shooting in malls spinning back late night,, can hop out

ho, pose, ho, life is such a picturе
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

This is damn
Should I start right there? (yeah)
Ayy, we fuckin' shit up, bro
Nigga do it

This is damn
Should I start right there? (yeah)
Ayy, we fuckin' shit up, bro
Nigga do it so easy fuck-ass nigga
Hop on like "Bow, bow, bow, bow"
I don't

Just wet for the dough on him
Ayy, I ain't talkin' DQ but
I got a blizzard wrist, ayy
Mix it with the left until it look right
Where the stick now, wait

club mix
In and out, the scene, only want my green
No man not for me
Don't wanna be another mc, trying to be, wanna be, legacy
Talking bout something

right ahead

Of course you want all

Those fine words

Spoken after your dead

Don't let me stop you

Now that your time has come

But stick a fork in me

What's Ya Fantasy

Daz Dillinger

Gang Related [Original Soundtrack]

1997

what I'm about
Let me stick all this in your mouth
Now won't you get freaky, and won't you turn it out
and have visions of the dick and balls getting

you should stay in the house and read your books so you'll succeed
And give up on that music thing and don't be going out and about

So I said

How in

you gon' do, you ain't gon' do shit
That big right hand almost made a homie sick
That thing you call a can, it reminds me of a stick
Alright I'ma drop

Trife Life

Mobb Deep

The Infamous

1995

cause it might go down"
Said he don't like the way the shit is starting to sound
Evey angle of the car was smoked out and tinted
So we couldn't tell if

the news about that shit
If u mad about what I said, you can see me in the mix
Sent that hit out on lil' dude, now he walkin' with a limp
Guess his ass was