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to slapping
Locations get switched for whoever tryna blitz
Think he got the ups on me my people step on shit
More motion more problems I gotta stay grounded

That lil thing thea get hype (Trying tell you)
By some real niggas and you know we selling thug shit, (Know we set the mood) to the fucking streets

the scat pack
Get home and Ill attack that
Severe his limbs
His dick and balls in a backpack
Yea I'm horny as shit
Let's Jeffery Dahmer this bitch
I'll put

That lil thing thea get hype (Trying tell you)
By some real niggas and you know we selling thug shit, (Know we set the mood) to the fucking streets

For tha Love of $

Eazy-E

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 2

2002

When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give u

you’ll get drug nigga
Tie you by yo feet
Hang yo body from a truck nigga
Riding round the city till we think you had enough nigga
Walking round with cold

think I'm darth Vader
Doing this shit for my family
I get to the benjis we do it so major
Busy I'll talk to you later I'm all outta favors
Go hard like

might take him a while
If he gets ya ya'll won't forget it
Head to toe and it's all gonna shit
Blood everywhere and there's no trace of him
Go against

kidding I think I'm the illest (illest)
Tell ya bitch to get out of her feelings (feelings)
I done ran this shit up for the healing (healing)
I know every

Color my choppas when I use the paint
All of my diamonds be wet man dat shit make me sank yuh
Iam the leader lil nigga renn don't need a rank
And you

U was hatin on me lil bitch~*
Ya hoe waitin on me lil bitch~*
My neck cost half a key lil bitch~*
They might drill ya off e lil bitch~*
I was smokin

say that shit twice
If that bitch don't want me she just made the dumbest decision she made in her life
Yeah these lil hoes they want money they think

Soldier
Yoda
Spreading this shit like Ebola
No, ion got no Ebola
Got a lil vibe, she stay Minnesota
I’m sippin’ on lean nigga not no Cola
My ice cold

on that dope 'til I motherfuckin' vomit

Run up that check, give a fuck 'bout that shit
I guess I go to jail if I want that li'l bitch
They kept me with

On god you can tell me how it taste lil mama
Tell ya got a nigga sweatin standin right behind ya
Body boom bap like a drumline rhythm of the beat

Mixin' and matchin' da drippin' throw on BBC
Ya bitch wanna fuck in the BBC
Type to get rich in the quarantine PPP
Last nigga was a bitch, you won't see it

whoever want it
You know how we comin'
Run up on ya, put this bitch up on ya
Put this bitch up on ya
Shit get gutta, gotta stay up on it
Never know who out

(Ion wanna fall, yea yea yea)
Ion wanna fall
I just wanna ball
I got rich, it ain't my fault
Heart locked up in a vault
I bet ya lil shorty gon sing

A lil part of me wanna work now 
I lost a couple thousand on ya new gowns
Bought you everything just to get clowned 
But I'm up now 

And you know when

the field, step on shit like a lineman
If you see her wit me, then we bombing
Get a pretty lil bih from the island
Man I love it, how Shortie be whining
Can't

a angel
Fucked her once and then I change her
You know I ride with some gangsters
Run up on me they gone bang ya
Don’t see shit don’t hear shit ain’t saying

it, Roll dat shit..
Put a hump in ya back, Get low wit it..
Ay!!
Knee pop, Scrub da ground..
Twurk dat shit, Yeah hoe, Break it down..
Ugh
Wit ya tights

Red, Meth and B

Cypress Hill

Stoned Raiders [Clean]

2001

get bombarded

Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers

that

Pull up in something
Tented 200 on the dash
Ya'll shit rented
I drop cash
Watch the doors lift up
This nigga then went mad
I'm wat you never had