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on you
Finesse em bitch I pull the shit out the roots
I Catch em I get em and bring em to tru
No Timberland you can get pop like a boot
I’m feeling it she

Be Easy Remix [Mix]

Ice Cube

GhostDeini the Great [CD/DVD]

2008

to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay

Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all

like Toni Braxton
And I think most of these rappers should stick to fashion
Ya

Hit em with a semi automatic when I'm in it
I can tell you fake as fuck

like Toni Braxton
cnd I think most of these rappers should stick to fashion
Ya

Hit em with a semi automatic when I'm in it
I can tell you fake as fuck

Anything is possible I'm tryna tell ya
The boy made it out
I used to want a verse from my favorite rapper
I'm my favorite now
And ain't nothing they

macchiatos because of me, someone call up Starbucks
Tell 'em cut the check
Was dealt the low hand like Lindsay had to cut the deck
Show some fucking respect

(Coke white cash got me fitted like Royce)
Millionaire drug dealer raps (waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice)
Show and tell (we don't

You Know I'm a Ho

Ice Cube

Syrup: Screwed Out, Vol. 2

1999

I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em

Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different

You Know I'm a Ho

Ice Cube

Mix Tape, Vol. 1

1998

I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em

Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different

clip come and visit like the boy collect rent 
Speaking on me make sho you tell em im really with the shit 
Really with the shit 
Really with the shit

me dey boo n I be cutting em loose
Rather hit em by two’s let’s play game pick a boo
Des bitches choosing me or you n it’s the dog wit the juice
It ain

Yea, yea, yea
Huh
Yea
Tell me what you know about it
All Day All Day
Big whips, big clips, big trips with my clique
Gon' tell me
Tell me what you

getting clear when my man say when
I want this this and that design
And that card  better not decline
Ima I'm first bitch tell em wait in line
And I waist

me why I'm breakin' rules
Well tell me who's gonna reinforce em'?
I'm grindin' the weed (Yeah)
I'ma be hittin' the bong
Different level what I'm on
God

Big ass carbine let off 2.23's that's what he died by
Another opp just died I feel like Smurkio like AH HA
Niggas act like I ain't told 'em they can get

'
Hell-In-a-Cell
Powerbomb you through the stairs
We some Country Boes
Give em the peoples elbow
We don't tell no, lies
We just some country boys so you know

degrees in December
That's why the years go by so fast
It seem like yesterday I used to
Sport that pleather MCM member
Tryin' to be a jack boy, me, Mark

Aye run it up
Stack it up
So much money
You think we robbed a brinks truck
We loaded up
We totting em
It ain’t nothing
Boy don’t make us call your

You Bluffin

Knew from the jump
That he a stupid man
Yea I need some money
I need stupid bands
Yea that boy all in love
Call em cupid man
Yea one shot

the bands stay constant
I done made a little bit off weighin my options
I don't think that them boys plan on stoppin
Been sick
You could tell by my watch

Yeah, the Hellcat feel like a nascar
Hope I don't fuck 'roun and crash out
Boy, I could walk in the boa
Call a teller by her name and then cash out

dope things but afraid it'll seem wack
I got that crinack 
You know I got that dinope
That shit that have you stuck boy, right after you sminoke
I let em

these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by

Yeah yolet me, let me, let me
Let me tell you why - why
This niggawhy we dedicated this song
To this kind of nigga cuz number one
Duke is drivin' in