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Ghetto Victory

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

the fire, Wodie now we spittin them flames
Will I remain, Yes Sir, seein' the change
Dirty South seein' heat baby, rippin your frame
Black shoes, black

Yeah
Something you can vibe to
I know I'm destined to win
By any means
I'm inspired too
By you and you
Right
Aye
Uh
Woke up and I started my day now

earthquakes
I'm bringing the heat and when I rap I know we All Might
Then I light this fuse then goes the dynamite
I'm sick thinking of murder I have ill intent

check my bank account 
Run it to the ground

You got moves that I’ve never seen
Taking me to places that I’ve never been 
Baby you a star on the movie

business she gone let me take the lead
She my queen I'm her king baby go all out for me
She ain't weak we a team nigga far as I can see
Back n the G she had

sober
But I've been going crazy
I like you, yes I told her
You can call me baby
If you're a hopeless romantic, let's be hopeless together
Bonnie

do better this shit embarrassing
We gotta check ourselves
If don't nobody shid we gone respect ourselves
We can't neglect ourselves
Im always learning

listen
Now we livin' aight (But what)
But it's still something missing (What's That?)
Waking up everyday (Hmm)
Thanking God for another one
Feel like

there is a no, 
Then she says, "Yes, baby"
She's the dream of a billionaire

Go girl (ah, ah, ah)
Go girl (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Say she made her way

I tell the bitch to hit the road  I ain't coming back
When I fuck this thot bitch, yes I'm pulling tracks
Better yet, get her freak on, yeah we

back home
I hear a yes shima is all alone
One call away my only's feeling lonely
She calls it an emergency
I shouldn't delay
I'm up to the task and so i

a grand slam
Yeah, I knock it down, I might drown
Is ya parents round? Give me crown
Not a clown, go check the account
I might bounce, fuck this
You're

Why

Organized Konfusion

Stress: The Extinction Agenda

1994

though?
Out like a sucker

So why you trying to play me though?
Out like a sucker

You're sneaking around like a sneaker baby, what's the beeper for?

nigga grew up by the shore
Been jumped off the porch ever since I was four
For my loved ones I just gotta get more
And ever since then I've been had my

Willow trees see a whisper of the blissful
Paint your rainbows and run as all the disc goes
Jump off the roof y'all, bustin' off your right tooth
Pop

to late to cook up Ye 
We got the chronic like Dr.Dre
I'm a bad boy like pastor Ma$e
What? What?
I'm a bad boy like Pastor Ma$e
Rule 1 don't show no love 
I

duffle bags
Baby I dont want you back
Hit it once
Aint cuffin that
Beat it like a punching bag
Call me the running man
The way that I run it back
Double up

like
Lala lala-la-la yeah
And sing along like
Lala lala-la-la yeah
Check me out
We went from little bastards
To writing like we trying to get a masters

man
Uh, cause I'm a Renaissance Man
Check it, niggas looking up to me, like I'm their role model
Vegas for the weekend, pink elephants from Gold bottles

this life Ima fuck it up
Take all her pain ima suck it up
Gimme a check Watch me run it up
Issa new me, call it a comin-up
I'll be right here when you

on it 
Koolaid rover fruit punch bands on it
I be wit da broker 
Bt we ain't broka 
Make ha take da pipe like a leprechaun clover 
I'm da head king let me

lit (Yeah)
You my queen, you deserve a crown
You my g, we got run this town
You my boo, I keep you safe and sound
Babygirl you hella fine, don’t waste

she pull up to the spot
Everybody gonna drop
Yeah, shawty is my baby and you know we run the block
Hit the gas on the ops
And you know we ain’t gon stop

the challenge 
On mtv 
Play ya cards right baby 
And you can eat for free
Ain't no need to ask her
Cause dawg she's with me

Check my scenery
Sprinkle a little