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200 on the scat, and boy I know that pissed you off
Every time they play my song, they tell the DJ run it back
I saw you out there on the corner, why

seem so uncertain
Tell me how can I shine when I can't see past the curtains
I'm searching for answers but can barely scratch the surface
And this four

a call
I could Move through a room full of volters... NICE
And I still turn heads pultagice
Rock a cold chain
Neck full of Soulja ice
You young boys should

The Grand Finale

N.W.A

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 2

2002

scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so

the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals

easy

Ima a hot boy with no fever
I just love em long i don't leave em
Gotta knock em dead, no Leevys
But ion pin em down like a butterfly

Put some

easy

Ima a hot boy with no fever
I just love em long i don't leave em
Gotta knock em dead, no Leevys
But ion pin em down like a butterfly

Put some

season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I

I'll foul 'em
If you get dissed on this track, that was a personal attack
If I had engineer, I'd tell him, "Run it back"
White boy hating me 'cause I'm

to Soulja Boy but...
This is Worldwide radio
We don't play no games
We gone keep it real slow
And let HWY BABY teach you what it is
He gone take you around

Mic check, 1-3-1-2
It’s that cunt 21, from the 312
He Sun Zhu, and I got 'em asking me, “um, dude
How the fuck is everyone still sleeping on you?”,

niggas starvin' cause we all ate
Ain't no love in these streets, boy it's all hate
If you not certified you can't even stand by me
Swear I can't wait for

about cash let's go get it
Lil boy um greatest but i still have to prove it
Ward 25 is my hood an i run it
If you're talking about cash let's go get it

running w Desi

Depositing bills by the fifty

Shout out Brojam
He came thru w a switchie

Give em these shots

He need more than a kidney

A Swiss chess

boy sad chords ain't me but I'll tell you this now
This song is forever on repeat
I'm 

(Rim Rim) Rimera
(Rim Rim) Rimera

I'm intelligent reaching

Pure Uncut

Master P

Featuring...Master P [Clean]

2007

it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.

Get down, feel the ground,

Tropikana, In Tropikana

Ah yeah...
Listen Close, I said we get our power by the coast
Clap-clap for your boys make a toast
I swear we aint goin show em all

words as a weapon and knock you out with it
But hear me out again, I'm not try'na get hated on
I just tell it how I see it and if y'all don't play along

don't know why 
So I'ma have to let em know who you lil n***** owned by 
U dance to my songs like a little cheerLeader 
Now you want to be a rapper 
But

say give up all that you have
How many of us could do it
Put the cross on my back, how many would nail me to it
Most of 'em the same ones who wear

niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same

their forts are destroyed by my
Stroid and my boy
If you know anything about value
Then I suggest you take a few Valiums
Sober up, fill your cup, I slowed

come and rock with me everybody rocking out
I make em jump till there's a hole in the fucking ground
Pose for a picture, nigga I am so off the Richter

like I'm soulja boy
Gotta coup yet I'm really home, home, gotta treat the crib like the studio

Or grave, I don't know how to behave, working for minimum