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Under the Weather

Feeder

Echo Park

2001

I've got a pain in my sick brain
Two red eyes and broken veins
I've got a hand inside my head
A chainsaw cutting through my bed
I wish that I was

the south
They try to count me out
I'm right back on they ass now

16 had hoop dreams
Wth no team
Found out early get it solo
Now by any means
Sometimes gotta

Amplified

Cypress Hill

Stoned Raiders

2001

and make sure it's broken

[Chorus: x2]

Time for a 187

Master P

Ice Cream Man

1996

nigga (roll down yo window)

Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide
Did a drive-by fuck it I'm from the Southside
To Richmond, California niggas

forces forth
And they do not
The only ones we fight
Are their garrisons
And as we march
Our plan comes forth
We will emerge
Victorious
We head south now

head back (three, two, one)
Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's right here
It's okay, mama, daddy's here, daddy's here
Help (daddy's right here), I'm

Got a lil VSU jank
Classy lil school girl
Creepin in her dorm room
Can’t stay too long
Gotta head to Norfolk
Meet my Berkley girl round by 2
Got

It's Choppa city in my neighborhood (south baton rouge Nigga, What!) 

4's Up 4's Down 
Long clips and choppas, in this hood whea they don't
give

yeah
You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know

[Hook]
Do you really wanna know

Tit
I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much
I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mister Crayola, niggas know what I mean?
'Cause I slang brown, white,

I Know You Don't Love Me

Tony Yayo

Westwood 11: Ride with the Big Dawg

2006

love me

[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two

I Know You Don't Love Me

Tony Yayo

Thoughts of a Predicate Felon

2005

love me

[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two

too many cry I can’t breathe
With each life that we take, I find myself crying
It’s like we’re not trying, the choice is ours to make
So divided by what

and you can't sit down stand by or still
So you keep moving forward hoping that you reach the spot that you head towards
All I do is record give me my got

Hardcore Nights

UTD

Urban Thermo-Dynamics

1999

heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands

Sad Little Rant (Lyrics) 
Written by: Natalie Carr

[V1]
Sorry left the party I’ll be back in a sitch
Hey I meant it when I said it but I’m anxious

shoes
I'm up, the price is sky high (sky high)
They say their two cents, I'm fine
I got no sense I fly like
Ooh ah, ooh ah
Only abide by my rules

this bread
Blessed and broken
And suddenly their blinded eyes did see

His life was blessed far more than I could ever imagine
He was touched by God's

my leg
so he got a slap to the side of the head 
bare drama
bin? ye? lad? ye? in? osama
money just silences people it never talk up 
you went over

the East, south west and North North North.. 

So fresh! 

The crowd start gathering 
When I start rappin


Verse 2 

*TUNGI 256 VERSE*


Don't bother 
I am

down south from the D
Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP

(Chorus 2x)
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you

Could buy two but I ain't in Mood
Don't wear Canada Goose
In my whip sit back I cruise
Walk online there's no surprise
Look to the right you're by my side

You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo

Money Dance

The-Dream

Black Market [Deluxe Version]

2015

Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky