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the club, Niggas be like, "OH!" 
They ain't got no dough? Bet we be like, "NO!" 
We bout our paper and all that fam 
Rollin through Planet Hollywood

Your crew do not clap heat
Hold tight in back seats
And dropped off on back streets
Leave you to crack fiends
I really fuck with gang chiefs
Two

Them niggas ain't with my niggas (no way)
Imma go to war with my niggas (okay)
If it goes down , imma ride witcha (you straight ?)
I got love for all

Telling you shawty she ain't worried Bout the dough
She likes a man for me
They say the way that I be living
Kinda pricey
But it's my life to live

a pick pocket out the ghetto
You ain't cursed flip your middle finger  
Make a turn no need for a blinker

Got your body rolling like burrito
We

Fool for Love

Petey Pablo

Diary of a Sinner: 1st Entry [Clean]

2001

A motherf***in' fool for love.

[Verse Two]
If I ain't just get outta prison, 
Man listen, I'd a did him
By Kentucky Fried Chicken, and the n****, I ain't

Rolling round like fuck it.

Two in a bucket.

Word round you on that shit and yo sister sucking.

As I rise to the top, know they ain't 'bout

know love has made me change, like why do love stories end the same?

We could've gone two years clear in love
But love ain't a simple thing (it's

like, no it can't happen (it can't)
We could've gone two years clear in love
Thought love was a simple thing
She's got me for the time that I live
But

they never loved you, if they wanted it so
That you always stayed the same, by refusing to grow

It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret, man
I love my

Let's get this shit, let's, hmm (like what these niggas on, like?)

Ain't shit changed, still fuckin' and rappin'
Two bad bitches here, Cartier

the brucky
(Bo boom)
Them boy try run, let off two from the drum
But they never caught none, they're lucky
(Lucky)
Press on hammers, I ain't got no manners
His

Change da Game

DJ Quik

Balance & Options

2000

is a crew and a point
And I'll make a statement only on a brew and a joint
No joke, 'cause growin up dirty, hungry and broke
Don't mean I gotta be

ain't street niggas
I got no feelings for weak niggas
Trigger finger itch around you busters
So I don't even like to greet niggas
Blicky and a strap,

with the black stripe
Referee preferably i be feeling myself and I
Ain't on no Ecstasy
But the groupies is and you can
Tell by how they molested me
She

I wanna live in the South of Korea
I want a crib in Japan by Osaka
Lay on the beach in the Caymans for summer
And I want a spot where my neighbor's

Seasons

Freshchest Affiliates

Head Nod Supremacy

and Illmatic beginnings
Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum
It was 2 Live.. Florida crews caught heat for rappin
But free speech pollination

I got a bird's eye view
Like bird and swine flu
I'm sick with it, no cure for shit that I do
Heavy handed when I jotted down a lyric
You ain't half

a debut
Apparently its way due
There is no other way to acquaint you
With the sauciest water like facet
Type to make a prophet
Two step when he walk in it

Bitch, I got a cheat code
Ride a fuck boy now yo' motherfuckin' knees broke
Need dough
Ima freak those
Ain't no free smoke
Love it by my lonely
But

Dog you must not know O-City
See my p's 2 flat
My q's 450
I'm on the North side with it
Pull up and Shop.
We hittin' courtside tickets
Man everybody

I gotta keep it ricey
Only post her on the 'Gram 'cause she really wifey
It's only right I reiterate, ain't no nigga like me
One of a kind, ma,

my shorty I'm committed
I'm the M.I.P.
Yea, that's the most improved playa
Ain't no need to be a chaser
Really nothing was the same
But I'm on my best

Riverrock shit
My crew be living lavish
Diamonds they be dancing
So shoride get to sucking
Keep you panties on
You know it ain't a fuck ting
I throw down for