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know my people's blaze it
We hit da function Drank in double cups we mix it up on Gawd we sip dat sizzurp 
On dis side we always keep some motion 
Holla

another hot day in Carolina
And that's why they still throwin' shade
When we walk by the kids
They like 'Who dat mama? Marley Ranks'
Ralph Lauren my cologne

lifestyle's a mix between Brown Sugar and Love Jones
Hip Hop and bad ass bitches
But they come last, first I get the cash and gotta handle my business
I train

Yea
Yea
Hey
Hey
It doesn't make no sense how this woman runs around with her friends to the club acting all brand new
Already knew you wasn't shit

Shroomz

Xzibit

40 Dayz & 40 Nightz

1998

dick and can't fuck? Hold up

Now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice
Vitamin C chase, kill the taste
You can tell it's nasty by the look on my face

It's Nothing

Fat Joe

Hip Hop #71: True Gangsta

2003

twenty-fo' won't you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just won't mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women,

She said
She said all your jewelry got me open
And she could turn my bed into an ocean
But I don't mix my henny with emotion
And I won't my money

She never had knew what I was tryna become
You reach for my body, be bodily harmed (grrah)
He jump out the club with my body up-on, they call me (on

of this kush don't mean I ain't peeping the play 
I know my hustle is deadly these Niggas hate that I grind
I put it all on the line u niggas not taking

into clubs
Beat an emcee to the punch over instrumentals dubbed
From tape deck to tape deck
Pause tape mix at breakneck speed
The only whitey in sight

at one time
Now I got a baby girl and she all mine
Now I got a baby girl and she all mine
Take my talent to the grave
I gotta make my name
Got a chain

and dips 
Except for Domonique 
She fine as fuck 
I see you
In the see through
Modeled up 
Met Gala 
Saw her by the club 
Want a hug but can't
I'm faded off

you rather not
Grandma cooking up, in the trap, you can smell
Party in the club, got some weed in my cells
Lil boy don't go so soft when you up with

Already chosen the perks
Mix in some bars done all the worst
Just talkin my pain hope the healin will work
Come out the same put myself in the dirt
Gotta

and be influenced by guitar riffs and snare hits
I don't care if my shit isn't typical
I've got imbalanced chemicals
Unskippable, verses need residuals

Hot potato papa ray
I percolate mix it up and potpourri
I'm in the club of diamond spade
And my heart I wear on my face
The irony a pirate claim
He saw

on the charts
Aiming at the camera but you running from gun shots
Hitting blinkers in bathrooms, y'all scared of mall cops

Rice on my forearm, the fam work hard

a player, ain't cuffin' no slut
(I'm a player)
You pull up, we fuckin' or what?
(Bitch, we fuckin' or what?)
All the opps on my dick
Ain't no roof for they

Split it with brothas we invested
I need all the chips in my possession
Only way I'm taking a gamble
Call Shannequa say my life is in shrambles

She gon'

in my section 

mix the liqs enhance the antidote
you hanging in there buddy need some slack up off the rope
you sorry that i murdered every testament

in my section 

mix the liqs enhance the antidote
you hanging in there buddy need some slack up off the rope
you sorry that i murdered every testament

Whisper in my ear if you horney
Cold ass nigga from the hood
Bitch its all good
No cap when Im strapped
Like boom
Damn it cant you see Im chasing paper
You

Private Party

Cuban Link

Chain Reaction

2005

, keep ya chains tucked,
all my thugs give me love, keep it gangsta,
all the ballas if you ballin put ya banks up,
got shotcallas, givin orders by

I win the game so I drive through the lane like bang
Highlights all day
Had to put it on a poster
Signed by the great
King Mizz
Niccas was gas when