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home motherfucker we out
75 South
More models gold room match the gold bottles
We ain't never chasing that clout only that bag shit slow surviving that

an advance
And put all my shit up for sale
I don't know if you can tell
That it's potent by the smell
And I buying no
Unless it's coming with the shells
You

happened he said
Why you still on rapping
Everybody sleep studio
Dead Go Home
Told him voice record me now
Boutta have my boy like wow
By the end he said

ain't leaving without you, bitch
You're coming home with me
And my boy, and his boy - and his boy
And his girl haha, Nate Dogg!

Follow My Lead

Massari

Massari [Extended Version]

2006

with some honest statments
Like me, I can take you home
Lay you on the bed while I make you moan
If your cell is ringin imma break the phone
You ain't

aint by my side, Im at a show not even coming home

Girl I wish the Best for you 
(For You-oo-oo-oo)
I would take my money and invest in you 
(In

need some help
Baby left her man at home
Left him on the shelf
Im on my vlone lil baby 
Get it by myself

I'm in pentagon city flexin wit my bands
That

to one-up Jazz, I ain't never tripping
I learn from my mistakes, being dolo on road, I ain't never slipping
I heard you got a tape coming out, that's cute,

the money
I’ll sleep for ten oh it’s noon now
Bummy but I still could be productive
That ain’t ruled
Grumpy with no breakfast in your tummy
I need food now

burn the building
Going home fuck this lil' thing
No corona let me own ya
Wearing masks like a oni
Wearing masks that ain't nothing new
Now this shit is

burn the building
Going home fuck this lil' thing
No corona let me own ya
Wearing masks like a oni
Wearing masks that ain't nothing new
Now this shit is

it
Crown up by the wrist and I'ma live it
Get up out the way if you ain't with it like
MOVE all I really see is fake bosses
They ain't got hands, can't

Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’

She a curfew baddie better be home by six
Cannot baby mom her way she swallow my kids
Niggas follow my footsteps
Got me feeling like Moses
And this rap

on the phone tellin' me to come home because they miss me
Met up with **sty, love how she do that shit that lifts me
She loves me, but she can't tie me down

My real emotions show when we're talking, love, so where do we stand, do I go?
If I leave I ain't coming back
Wishing all this time we had was simple

"Mush"
On the rise, nigga, right before your eyes
You ain't even see it coming
Did you? You was probably high

I miss my dawg more than I miss myself
Lil more beat
Bless
I miss my dawg more than I miss myself
They say I changed but they the ones that's never

I was selling all them pints alone
Talking on the jail phone
To my lil brother he ain't call me I still paid his bond
10k it was nothing
He hadda

a prescription, help
  me get myself together
Hypertension, diabetes; that ain't
  helping things either
Body feeling all beat up, balance
  getting lil weaker
Room

Ghetto Camelot

Cool Breeze

East Point's Greatest Hit

1999

your ass to shreds 



[Cool breeze] 

Hey 

Ya'll better look out  coming to ya'll neighborhood soon 

A lil east point vet and they call him

sleep
At all that night
Just wanted to lay there
By your side
Now I’m wishing
She were me
She’s going home with you tonight
I ain’t on your mind
She got

sleep at all that night
Just wanted to lay there by your side
Now I'm wishing she were me

She's going home with you tonight
I ain't on your mind 
She got

let's do it tonight
My friend, I would be high just like old times
One hit, wonder how we ever got by without the pine
I could die
I could die, that'd be