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up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in

Da Train

69 Boyz

199Quad

1994

to your town
And don't be shame-faced, baby, 'cause it ain't no thang
I won't tell if you won't tell that you done rode the train
ROTTWEILER:
So don't try

I ain't never ever
Asked for no handout
I come from the bottom nigga
You made that bed
Then gone head lay in it
You gotta have honor nigga
You ain't

before you ever  

Did Roam,


You would a thought I was gone 

All da mad tings I did on my own



(Verse 2)



Dey ain’t sheep Dey just follow da

Peep the drip no designer shit I'm Ina gap fit or black wardrobe 
Full mouth of gold Fastlane clothes thumbin through a roll to da next show

They say

Jeah’
Uh huhhh
It ain’t no business like show business and that’s me
If you don’t know me, let me introduce myself
KNOW no OTH3R smoother than butter

Let’s end the show close the curtains
I’ve been grinding nonstop before
BMG was even working
Ain't no shade them my brothers
Not from the same mother
They

Ding Dong Song

69 Boyz

199Quad

1994

gettin' weak
'Cause I'm deep in ya stomach

And it ain't no shame
Hey girl, let's go to the ball game
If you're hungry, I'll feed ya
I got a menu, so let me

if dey flexin
Got put on by da hood was a minute and two seconds
Slide up inda function now a nigga two steppin
While I'm chunkin up da set oh yes we

just can’t judge a book by the cover
Since kindergarten
We grew up together
There’s no need for you to bother
They say her ina mi rover
What did they

outside your house
Nigga, I catch a drain, ain't no motive
Ain't no blame on what I do
Ya Cuz I'ma fuck over you
Now what's up? Cuz I don't think
You ready

the bartender give me two of what she havin'
Baby no need to thank me charge it to the room
Repay me by tellin' me I can be the one to consume you oh
And if not

nigga starin dead at me
He said can I get a muthafuckin nickle for three
I told his ass to da better in his rorock swetta
He got a daughter he ain't fed

talk about? (Shit)
You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about
Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth
Skippa Da Flippa, he

Way 2
Bitch
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Meet me at da corner store
I'm juugin' I just made a play
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
I make one phone call
To my young niggas
They'll

See i always wanted more
Wit no money i was bored
Said it hurt me to da core
I couldnt get it out da store
Dis aint wat i prayed 4 
God open up da

Aye gang gang
You know who the fuck it is
Skoobii
Aye put that boy ina bag like five guys
I ain't no stripper I keep a pole
Look it's time to go get

leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food

means...
We just tryna stack chips
And I ain't talking no Pringles...

Uh, my bitch wit the shit now...
My bitch got a bitch now...
I be freakin on 2 bae's

time
Two times for da times I was chased round da road signs
Three times for da peace sign
Four times for the fo fo tucked by da do side
Five times,

Good Thing We're Rappin'

Digital Underground

Sons of the P

1991

"Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"

He said, "Whatchu mean by

compete
They plan how to cheat
And defeat by deceit
But I know your little game
So I bring you to shame
I'm that problem in your life
That you just can't

Steady long, steady wrong nigga
Check one-two one-two one-two bitch
Tony Snow, know'm talkin 'bout?
Jack Tripper, "Three's Company" ho
Percy Mack,

nah you don't touch ma pen
No atoms to atoms uh
In the evening pages of madness uh
I'm like a book written by Steven King
IT won't be like the engraving