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'm not with the antics
Sippin' on juice while I'm chilling on hammocks
I'm from the hood where you won't understand it
Ace in this bitch and you know we

don’t know what you do with artists
Fuck everything’s gone but I don’t know how to call it

Verse 2 (Jurnalist)
First class gold bottle ace did a
Lot

women to the telly and
Get it jumpin' like Blake Griffin
I'm on point like Chris Paul
When she taste that Ace or that Crystal
She cut like a jigsaw

Get In Line

Juvenile

Checkmate

2000

game but I don't give a fuck, my nigga
I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that nigga up my nigga
Then go get a mill, fuck my bitch
I take this game

Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock

Nan but I still got touched by the knife
I got poked spoke to mum like mummy please don't cry
I'm still here, still breathing best believe I'm alive

lived i give
To the girls when they got up outta church
Pray for me, that I don't get hurt
I gotta work, I'm tryna get some G's
What you scheme?

blues make her say yeah 
I don’t even count just double up
Buy what I want I don’t give a fuck


Hook (repeat x2)
Gas cheap price low 
Money on the road

Guess Who's Back

Craig G

Cornerstone Mixtape, No. 38

2002

a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh

Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes

Guess Who's Back

Scarface

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 6 [Clean]

2002

a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh

Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes

Hey there little red ridin' hood,
you sure are lookin' good
You're everything what this big bad wolf
would want 

Little red ridin' hood,
I don't

Pnb, Pop Smoke don't give no fucks
Nigga check the score board, bitch 'cause we up

I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (woo)
I put eight

and they hold a hundred rounds
I ain't hit no kids, 'cause I walk my man down
(I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down)

This hood shit don't matter

on new peaks
New Life, New beat, same clique 
mo' cheese, mo' green, mo' cream
Don't look at me and envision a nigga that was taught to take what they give

often
And my bitch like my best friend, I don't rock the designer
If I wanted to, just know I fuckin' can Free my cousin out that fuckin' can
Give him

You'd think by now I'd be respected
But I'll always be the sore thumb

I don't give a fuck what you think about me
Fuck what you think about me
Bitch I

I'm Hot

Webbie

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

GOOD LIKE IT LOOK I KEEP IT HOOD LIKE IT LOOK I'm IN DA HOOD you CAN LOOK MAN BATON ROUGE OFF DA HOOK MAN WATS A thief TO A CROOK don't LET DEM PILLS GET

it
Ace hood, hustle hard, don't doubt it
Or forget it
Murdering the game, somebody call a medic
Killing them, like the covid epidemic

I'm a pimp, I

day I feel like dying

I don't know how much more I can take
My thoughts won't give me a break
It happens every day when I wake
I don't know if the pain

I'm up now, I don't give a fuck about my past, bitch
I don't really fuck with this rap shit
I was beatin' the block, like a savage
Now all I do is

Streets need the real right now
So Ima give it right now
I don't care how you feel right now
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
Streets need

60 Crips
I know the plug too
Poppin' Ace of Spade, drinkin' mud too
Don't get this shit twisted
'cause I'm crispy, i'm a thug too
Thousand dollar

Hustlin'

Master P

Trapped In Crime

2000

Now I'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a fuck 
Leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I ain't stuttin' 
Ain't hard to see where

that I gave it my all
You may not know what it feels like, but this what it is
In our hoods we grow up and in the places we live

Ain't got nothing for