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on the scale
Eight ball get em gone, they deliver like the mail
Trap house booming like they back in 05
Making plays in the hood on a flip phone
Four x black

I never knew I needed you, 
I never needed anyone, 
I never knew my friends was snakes, 
My homie T jus caught a case, 


My homie Rico got 10 years,

really phase me
I be swerving on da daily
With my brothers we ain't changing
Pot hole Thot hoe
Dodge her it's a obstacle
Make sure I'm lookin way down da

I just got a call from my nigga this morning
Early this morning
Today
He was telling me how we lost a nigga from the hood
You know what I'm saying

Pra mim tu és um DC-10
Da cabeça aos pés
Dou-te nota dez 
E por esse teu ass 
Dou-te todo o meu cash

Estás preocupada ma,  just relax
E a conta está

Niggas never be outside
In the hood
I stay online
Wit da sticc
Think I'm blind
Know where I'm at
Nigga not hard to find
Ar 15
Hit that boy in the spine

Tryna to take care of mine and spend time 
Do what I gotta do
Just living my life and having fun wit da crew oo oo oooooo

4 wheelers dirt bikes sides by

What up yall, I'm a take you on a lil Journey
Through the East Side of St Paul
Welcome to my hood
Pray for my people, Jesus Name

He's a Rubber Band

Dimaonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel (Boss Hogg OutLawz)
Diamonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel (Ha!)
Diamonds pressin up, Da

the palm tree
Codeine
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant
Slide on them blocks by my lonely
I tilt my heads to real niggas who been real

sharp to the neck like cut throat
Cut go
Fly wid da birds like dumbo
Put diamonds on the team like umbro
Cuz dont skate by me

Chop sticks up but we aint

BiBi DA KiNG BABY
Bibi is it true that you rob these niggas
Yea i double back down by robbing these niggas
Never gave a fuck might just pop me

We Fly High

Jim Jones

Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) [Clean]

2006

ten bottles of bub' (money ain't a thing)
And by three somethin' I was thinkin' 'bout grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

We Fly High

Jim Jones

Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)

2006

ten bottles of bub' (money ain't a thing)
And by three somethin' I was thinkin' 'bout grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

Let It Rain

Violent J

Wizard of the Hood

2003

Violent J, known by the gang squad and police alike
I'm known to get wrong off the get right
Hangin' at the truck I load a mausburg off
Who the head

tylko z mózgu miazgę
I co teraz? Przemoc najlepiej się sprzedaje
Nie zapominaj o tym gdy album wydajesz
Zadajesz w kółko to samo pytanie
Czy w dalszym

Never learned how to fish, but I can cast a net 
8. And I can shoot a lil bit, cash all net
9. Heard they tryna steal my style need to fall back
10

and check to stunt opps of the sets
Nineties style switch up crazy like Das EFX

[Hook: Redddaz]

I told my landlord I’m throwing a party
So tell your

make you frown, liftin' up the bitches gown
Beatin' down had to pounce I be smokin' by the ounce
Got a big fuckin' chop for ya neck, yeah who's next
Ima

on the glizzy
With the brightest flash
Extort a bitch nigga in the hood
He ain't from da South
Dropped a whole 50 in they whip
What they talkin bout
The opps said

zu mein Jung$ an $pielplatz,
Kein gucci kein moncler,
Vielleicht balency und fa$hion von hood by air,
$ie machen lame $hit ich weiß immernoch nicht wie

Venom had a dream Ngbizu B-I-G

[Second Verse: Katy X]

Guess who’s on the Mic Katy X Bitches I’m like Diarrhoea I make your balls ich Addicted

of shanks tell my Niggas go bring da smoke X2

My nigga whatever I want I’m gonna get it 
You shouldn’t trust me if your not my circle don’t forget it 
I want

hängen ab in der Hood
Nachts null Uhr benebelt auf
Hasch und Red Bull
Fick die Welt, fick das Land
Fick den Richter
Denn die Hälfte meiner Gangmember
Sitzt