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a shrine
Ain't no Fruit of the Loom I only fuck with Calvin Klein
If you wanna date me girl first tell me yo zodiac sign

I can't ever act normal, it make my

Cornbread

Freestyle Fellowship

Inner City Griots

1993

saying???????......) 
Same ol' same ol' thing baby bubba 
What you say what you thought was really going on you don't know
Right right but you got caught by

Hit Me Where It Hurts

Hi-C

The Hi-Life Hustle

2003

a baller baller, by the toe
To suck his dick to his balls, and get his dough
My heart made of stone, thanks to you baby
So now I just bone and make the hoes

how them vultures move 

Im to the roof in here, you know how I move in here 
Im full of it but he don't even move In here 
He wanna body shit you gon

down? you should try and get them muscles up
walking with a frown, got no reason but there's something up 
wall street banker, full time wanker
putting

bringin' the goods, in other words I'm bringin' the buzz
I'm swingin' my 'cause, in a blue vein switchin' lanes
Backseat full of goods, what it do huh?
Baby

no estate
Bet you bitches felt safe, but fuck it

Life is a gamble, I'm feeling lucky
Let me out the fucking gates, I'm bucking
Even pretty ricky can

it go
And if you really understood then you'd already know
I can't be on no stupid shit I got to move with planning
My mama Tina, she depend on me

Same streets you glamorize
These lives you jeopardize
Dopeboyz you analyze
Wanted to be them guys
From a birds eyed view
Couldn’t see past 25

'em
Catch 'em lacking, my Draco, it's gon' flip 'em
Just 'cause you're dead don't mean it's over, we on the next street
Hit your funeral hoping we

to the trap shit
Ain't no hope in the streets baby
I ain't preachin' shit, I guess I'm tryna' teach, maybe
I bet that I'll be famous in heaven
Bet the angels

knit like a sowing kit
Full of voices and conflict not gonna baby sit you mother fucking hypocrites
Yo 
Coming out fast like liquid shits
You fake like

To busy looking out instead of within
Folk get close now you stabbed by your fucking friend
Man not this shit again
Lesson learned
Pocket watch
Can't

To busy looking out instead of within
Folk get close now you stabbed by your fucking friend
Man not this shit again
Lesson learned
Pocket watch
Can't

sex
Michael kors by the bus load
Real street nigga lace shit
And the newest wardrobe
Take you out to eat we
Can do whatever you like
Diamonds are

Keep on moving
Keep on grinding
Keep on moving
Keep on grinding
Say fuck the haters and keep on pushing
Gotta keep on moving
Keep on grinding
It's

lonely
My heart will be always open come closer to me
You're out of this world something angelic
Take all of my love take it drop by drop
We are two souls

it back again
Yeh
Movie when we linkin late make dat shake
Grab ya neck
She not one of dese
Dat belong to the streets
U most not know me
Im way too

to everything
Bro beat a nigga in dice for his wedding ring
You want that gas nigga come to the pumpside
When i die i hope bro sitting by the sunrise
Ask me do i

Ramsey records baby
That's how we do it
O G G G  don't forget the last one
Looky here

Get off my nuts
I had enough
Go kick some dust
You fucking mut

like a fatass joint!

You know what time it is jacc...
The man with a plan is coming full attack...
Don't lac or get smacced...
Y'all small dimin and two

It's a white lie
Hand on the cross, say I'm alright
You brought another girl and I won't bite
Won't bite i'm putting myself first
But who is she? Did

forever baby
Always by yours side 
You’ve got your life stalling in neutral 
I’m kicking mine into overdrive 

CHORUS 1:
You thought you’d keep me down

That was Hav' brother, we called 'em Killa
Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected
He would just pop off when
You wouldn't expect it
High shot 'em