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Omo ma guy you see that level wey I tell you about
E don spoil  
Hecta
Man go blow by force  
(Anyhow anyhow)
By fire by storm  
(Anyhow anyhow)
See

Bendin' Corners

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

a pimpin day so...
I slide on my 'llac with black alligators
Feather in my hat wit a 3 piece tux
Ice in my grill plus my rollie stay plush
Don't got no main

is a hit[00:21.27]Stayin' low-key, gettin' money, gettin' rich[00:24.24]Bitch, I am him, I can't ever fuckin' miss[00:27.18]Bitch, I am him, I can't

to hide

It is all glamour from here
It is tainted with fear
Hear the sound clearly
Don't leave me dearly

I need you by my side
While I am on trial
Waiting

We're all just the victims of the social climate we were given when our
Lives first began
Now all my friends from high school are drug dealers

thats just something I live by
1 a.m. on my way to the club
Got bad bitches with me 'bout to turn shit up
By 3 a.m. tenth shot in the cup
By the time we

Saviorz Day

Ghostface Killah, Sunz of Man

Thuggin', Ballin' and Pimpin'

2003

head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up

[Hook]

[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto 
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In

tuberculosis, folks."

People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake

(Three)
Woah, woah, woah, (Three) woah, woahhh, oh, woahhhh
(Three) They'll never let me go
(Three) So, I had to let em' know
(Three) That I gotta

Straight Up [Snippet]

Trick Daddy

Sampler

2006

(would've been done) 
If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man) 

[Verse 1: Trick] 
In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal 
Seen niggaz steal

Gangsta's Paradise

Countdown Dance Masters

Hip Hop Party Mix

1996

got the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the strip
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television

Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for

The twenty twenty me
Best believe you're outta luck
Like your winning number's
Twenty three 
You scratch off 
And You see 
Thirty two 
Fuck
Maybe in a world

as I pulled out, mane, that thing was still open
Waffle house style, twenty-fo' seven-
Okay, okay, okay

This liquor that's in my system got me

living by the bro code
Ou that's a no no
I've been overseas like never before
But I've got the streams like murder she wrote
Big Hero 6 and I am Hiro
But

young
It's so typical of me
Still showing off like I was twenty three
Like I was twenty three
So wave goodbye and hold your head up high
Give up, give

in twenty gauge fire, they dying like I was Frank Nitti
I'm having no thoughts of the lives I've done lost
When I'm blazin' that stupid gauge fire

of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched


[Verse 3 - Immortal

gotta look for different way
To live this life all the bullshit is over
Im getting closer and closer
To inner happiness so I
Decided I am the owner

true intruders
Snatching up shitty rappers that's a poopa scoopa
You was brandy tyna be down
Live by the Mississippi tell me how the fuck you see nile

the same
Don't speak my name
Just stay in your lane
I live for the people
You live for yourself
We ain't the same
I do it for love
I'm not even the same skin

nothing
Make you see the settings
20 bottles and we still be starting
Street boy with a little stunting
Tell your girl make she quit the fronting
One by one

of Mamre
As he was sitting in the tent door
In the heat of the day
So he lifted his eyes and looked, and behold
Three men were standing by him

"Your father

to tell me I don't be in the hood, I don't get it
Even if I did I wouldn't be with it
I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three bitches
I'm