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You ain't hitting the line
Bout them dollas I ain't picking up
They been hating on us for a while
Tell 'em give it up
New product
This that new zotic

‘em all air bruv 
See me in the bits, where’s your clique full of the killers you say you got backing it 
Need no boo man I munch MCs like I’m Majin

the chains don't compare me to these lames
The pain, I brang, and I will really put you to shame
Screw what ya talking, ya sour as lemons cause it's meringue

task say I'm lieutenant, I call it, I send it (I send it)
Even tried callin' the show, brang it all to an endin' (an endin')
They speak on what they

never gonna rep no gang
Because I made my spot I am my boss you better respect my name
Make it clear from the jump If they doubted I got em
The sound

Gumbo

JT the Bigga Figga

Mac Dre Presents the Rompalation, Vol. 1

1998

know what you're doing before you do it 

Got an outside plan, but in the end you're looking stupid 

Huh, yeah 

'Cause Dangerous Dame got 'em

the hard knock–way hard for me to feel ashamed
Got em' heart-stopped, hoping they can picture what I frame
I was defined by means, they aint keep up with me

Big, smoke, but I never choke 
Unless it’s her thang and she want me to poke 
Surrounded by slabs and all of em bang 
sittin on dubs and all of em spoke

lean back,
Bad bitch yeah I do it like cardi
Leg in the air while I fuck
Go retarded
See a opp bitch you know it’s on sight
I’m from the bronx & we do

that it’s all bad
Loves control-less, you gave me hope when I felt hopeless
You brang me home when I felt homeless,
But when your down you think I don’t

ask how it's hanging
See through you like the baggy that I brang in

that Southern living
Make you see 
Your color brang shit
That why you see us write 
Amerikkka down wit 3 Ks 
On the gang gang 
Yeah I made it through

em down deeper
Promise I'll get back around to it At my leisure
For now, surroundings overwhelming
Let me catch a breather
Kryptonite, my ether
Colder

Doin' Alright

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

from loving parents, though they raised me
by the belt
when I was young, I was wild
(life) took it for granted
(nights) living outlandish
(christ) hope

at this shit so funky, funky, coka, loca, ropa, dopa 
Hit 'em with a smoka, pick a place to dope up 
 
I pledge allegiance to the House for which it

Allow me to explain the hatred i retain in my veins
It contains a bit of poison dont get bit by the fangs
But If i brang u to the chop shop off top u

feel like I'm Billy
You niggas stop it
I keep a pocket damn rocket
So stop pocket watching
Fore' my pocket damn watch ya
What do I mean by that
Imma damn

Eastside Ryders

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust

2001

khakis
Rag swangin', gang bangin' nigga brang it at me

Eastsider, Ruff Ryder loved by the masses
We the niggas holla out the set when we blastin'

Yeah, road just got kissed
We gon' take 'em to the wild, man
He gon' buss some, buss it, buss it (4PLAY)
Bah, bah, bah (4PLAY)
Yeah

Bro went court,

To get a lil freedom they'll tell em it was you, so I stay by my lonely neva wit a crew
No I don't got no homies well maybe like two, but either way it go

Loaded filthy
Strolling the holy city I see money
Errwhere
I'm on move, I'm going to get it
Got It on me and it's in me
Rick Flare
Big Stepper can

change
To wizard hat and robe
The word is code
Held by ancient tome
From the past
Deciphering spells to cast
To get'em trapped
Within my rap
Song form
That

bruh
God damn 'em bruh

It's that real shit, know what I mean?
Chasing the rain, you feel me? But like
This some real Westside mafia music type shit
Know

do it
Bass for life sucka never sometimes tops drop like bikinis in the 
Sunshine youngin got a lotta drip only some rhymes
Get nicked by the cannon