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the front
Tell me what you want
Why the need to stunt
Why the need to stunt
Always on my side
Still proceed the front
Still proceed the front
Still proceed

on em
I might flex on a bitch with my new lil Shorty
I know that all of my Ex’s sick the way I blew up on em (Ehh)
And you know I’m strapped so you better

naggas man
Even though I had to front some niggas
I'll take out a bunch of ya niggas
You know I'm Lil' Troy (Lil' Troy)
I dont want any of you niggas
I

50 rings
I need to slow down
I blow thangs, Blue thangs
I didn't rob his jays just his shoe strings
New beam
You gone see the light
Badda boom bing

brighter and it's only gon' grow
And I'm gon' be by your side and you know we finna blow

Thinking back to how we used to order red soda
In the park 'til it

back to work
And when I pull up out front
You better be there twerk
I'm dropping dick like a call
You popping it like a perk
You asking do I got a girl

your mother on a good date
I'm young as hell so I hope she do not catch a case
I take pills or else I'm bouncing off the fucking walls
Sitting back, I

get cut
Switchblade in my pocket I get paid up front

Ready to die
I'm ready to die by your side
I'm wasting my time
I been wasting my time you can see

phone
He ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north
For the pick-up drownin' wit' a Glock
Everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table
I

yeah,

So fly catch flights
I know you want this life
No lie, can't lie
I want you to ride over by my side
Oh I, oh my,
Lil baby just my type, she comin

cannot break
Hear me out listen to me baby
We gotta take a break
Ooh yuh

You don't need me by your side
By your side
By your side
By your side
By your

But she had court over the phone they kicked him out the state
Til he was eighteen but he cool with that
Shiiiit fuck em i aint never going back
Him

lace front
I was in a cell almost 8 months (facts)
You ain't jack boy, you ain't take nothing
Moncler on me when it's cold out
If me and Just out,

robbed for your life tryna rob me

I'ma pop you, I ain't gotta say more
Trickin' off a lil' straight whore
You stole from me, I would've gave you more

closely
Don't shut a lens
Playing both sides
Cause' they know I'm next
When I feel down
I don't vent
Keep it moving
And don't look back
My day ones switched

These Are the Daze

Trick Daddy

Thug Matrimony: Married to the Streets

2004

Heh, y'all remember back in the days
When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars
And had to go strip your own switch off the tree

He ain't get his bread back
Now that boy a school shooter
Shot up the school 'cause the
Teacher turned off my computer
I can fuck yo bitch
Then I

You say you got cash, I got this FN nigga imma rob ya
She gave me that good brain, I got clear vision
She a eye doctor, boy I do not play
C’mon try me,

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when

with them trucks
Couple coupes
Smokin stinky smokin on the poop
Pull the baddest bitch up in the group
Make ha throw it back just like a fuckin loop
Then

sleep rise and grind
Started from the back Now a
Nigga in the front
Same old nigga
With a brand new swag
Grinding since thirteen
With that brown paper bag

make this music
Just so I can make it home
What the fuck you want a loan?
I got the same shit comin by
I got the lane-switch all on the side
I gotcha

Hit 'Em Up

2Pac

Greatest Hits

1998

attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that

What's Up, What's Haapnin'

T.I.

Paper Trail [Circuit City Exclusive]

2008

on ya lil' song
Go on getcha dissin' on while the king on
Your self esteem gone (why) cause I'm back now
Let's see if we can't teach these niggas how