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you can't run it back
I just saw yo bitch on IG then I went and pulled her track
And when I pull up with that 22 you better get yo strap
Cuz I got post

intrude without getting singed by a firewall 
Soul brotha understanding 
Right on 
Parselmouth with positive polarity 
The mic strong 
Give her an anaconda

Neva Broke

E-40

The Mail Man

1993

this mail

[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her

Ol' English

Dion

Doctor's Advocate [Clean]

2006

[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters

I attached my picture to you, dressed you with them love letters
I wrote my heart away, but nobody gonna love her better
I guess our time is came

of all
I am the father most high
Carry me from shore to shore!
All men shall be led captive
And all shall die by the edge of the sword
Take me to my dead

This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo

Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new

Light a nigga
With a gadget
This a led the only Ls I get
Get followed by the letter V
First letter of my name
Yo hoe want the D
And this hoe dirty
So you

dung
But him love di fuckry like him son
A him carry mi go buy di gun
Fi shot dem, and deprive dem lung of oxygen
But mommy say shoot fi di future
dem

just
For her to carry me
So I was brought into this world
To live like your majesty nigga

When I get that 10 racks nigga
We gone hit the mall
And just

the furthest thing from the truth
Was she looking for fame, yo I hope she got it
Since then I been the object, gossip people tried to target
All women should

excite me i only want a check
No endorsement deal by Nike (Aye)
Smokin' on purple no Viking
Heard yo baby daddy wanna fight me
Tell him pull up, pull up,

to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray

drinking heavy trying drugs
That yo teacher told you killing people by the plenty
That shit confusing like pops telling you get ready
Then that nigga never

Not wit' a Dealer

MC Lyte

Eyes on This

1989

You know the type (Yeah, I know what you mean)
Gold and cars (cars and gold
The more he got, yo, the more he sold
He told her he loved her (Huh, gased

the old walk away
See the new walking in
Catch a vibe off of her
Catch a vibe off of him

She's coolin' at the yard alone
With her toddler watching shows

these freaky
Hoes run yo life
I don't understand how you turn
A freak into a wife i don't even get why you
Be eating out her draws
You done bought

Do the Right Thang

Spike Lee

Theater of the Mind

2008

the sunshine gazing through the window pane (yeah)
Blazin' like indo flame, it's to wake up! Come to yo' senses manye
Snow is all around you, but you don't

a cave
Hunter aiming at yo brain
Brain brain brain liquid
I feel like eddy
Grip machette
I'm addicted
But not by definition
Cause I kicked it
Flvco

brother Vic stabbed him with a fork and got flipped on by they're mother
Moms sided with nigga who walked out only 3 months later
No wonder they hate her

ganja

But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up

than now”
And she threw all my letters out
Oh, can I be close somehow?

Julia I’m holding on, holding on
Don’t know if I can carry on, carry on
Romeo

want rich sex she never been got her dick pressed
Fuck her so good know that this that
She break a big sweat dick in yo ribs yes

She fucking the bad guy

her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again

Found love letters by his bed