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got bars like a cell
You niggas talkin' to twelve
This part, it ain't got no bells
I say free all the guys and say free YSL

My diamonds shine like

compromising
For the masses, its phony
I gave y'all a couple years
Before I snap like I'm hungry
Now time is ticking for niggas
And they don't know what's coming

Child Support

Ice Cube

Waist Deep

2006

To all you motha fuckas say I went Hollywood
I'm gangsta
I know when I got it good

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
They siblings
Nothin' but

was just eatin' it 'til she cryin' (ooh), it's givin' Chanel
Give me some money, I know what to do, I turn one into two and just give me a scale

it's sayonara
I'm highly blessed, and I'm protected by a higher power
It's all praises to the God, for the mighty dollar
Cause in the mud they'll drag

a 40 and a mop 
For that wack ass pussy
I brought a Gucci bodybag for 
That wack ass pussy
I'm all about it when I blast 
On that wack ass pussy
And I go

learned math in school, you cut class
So you can't count what's in the clip, you just blast
I feel your mind spinnin' in place and just bufferin'
And all

what it is, tryna run with the Pitt's
Y'all definitely got no sense
Ooley know how to fight, but I still love the K
Get you right, I definitely got no

working we been all up on it

know we come from different we ain't never had shit

Told the fam we'll get it everybody gon eat

Grab a plate dawg it's on me

as I'm gone
I've been going off, don't know how long I'll stay on
See it in your eyes, you wanna fuck me 'cause I'm lit
I'll let you decide, you gotta

need some residuals
Up front checks
Doing miracles
Computer loving digital
So we link in the physical
I live by the principles know I got morals it's

What's tucked in my pants this a lil ole rocket
All this drip on me yeah I gotta mop it
He asking them questions I don't know nothing
Got a drum with this

Y'all gotta stop it
Got me twisted, bop it
A nigga still in school so it's empty in these pockets
Five finger discount Ima put it in my pocket
No one

a sound and didn't let it get away

You should know who Vincent Crane is
He played all his baselines on a Hammond organ
He had, songs about people and death

the shit up his arms looking shaky as fuck
He definitely didn't skip lunch cuz before he
Could drink he threw it all up and I'm pissed off
I gotta mop

Now these doors don't open  til after dark 
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts 
(Yo  me and my crew had to be in by ten 
Right

gettin' killed
I did the time by myself I ain't have no rap
You the type start singing tryna' get a deal
I know when somethin' get fishy I always keep it

Oh now i get what you was saying
I aint know what the fuck you was talking bout
S H A G i be shagging
If you want it we got it we got them packs in,

want you to shine
Yeah, I done put it all on the line behind Moz
And I couldn't stop cryin', my little nigga died
Took a couple trips and yeah, you

all up on ya shit
You slim fine, but you thick
You just do it, ima save yo name as Nike
Attitude popping' with the floor they face you mop wit
We should

there
Now your here as a fucking flop
You were on top
That's the place that i will swap
Wanna clear name?
Then clean it with that mop
Yeah they all say

them
In the streets

Kause I know gang
Will put 'em on a T

This shit never stop

Job not done
But You know it go

Niggas be flexin Shit
That they don't

by
Two times for the family I've got
I was blessed by the lord, man I gotta bless my mom back

They all know that we came from the hood
If you dey do

comin round lookin for a bone man 
Y'all can't tell me shit cuz I be on my grown man 

Ima grown ass nigga
It's a boss man game
Tryna make sure that I get