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They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I

Damn fucked up the white tux
Too much dusse
Inside my damn cup
I'm never fucked up
I smoke enough blunts
Niggas fuck up i got the grip
Tucked in da

Git up, Git Out

OutKast

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik/Stankonia

2005

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't

Git Up, Git Out

OutKast

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

1994

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't

Bitches 2

Ice-T

O.G. Original Gangster

1991

him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on  the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white

Milestones next step I book a stylist
I'm coming up undercover climbing up the ranks
I show the gratitude I live my life by giving thanks
I take my

winning movie in the making
Failures not an option
My motivational thoughts are just invading
Like Jack O'Connell in Unbroken
If you know my life story
Then

just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II
I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigger in my crew
I bump

home still mash works on my jack Jones
I got back bone
Baby gyl shake it twerk it she wanna be where we at tho
She bringing a friend thought it takes two

This ain't no charity
Ima get you some Jacks, since you wanna be childish and shit
You ain't gun get nothin' by sittin' down on yo ass (down on yo

Sqad up nigga! What you thought it was?
Ya know… it’s young Wizzle ya know
Nutt the Kidd you know!?
Gudda Gudda ya know? Raw Dizzy ya know?
Fe –

Ice ice, ice ice
If you talkin' packs
I'm talkin' price, price
I got china white
I got that rice, rice
Task force on us
That's the vice, vice
Jack

half a man carved and gutted 
by crafty hands like some jack o'lanterns. 
Pantomimes trapped within their own 
abandoned mines. cnd yet, I fantasize for

Don't Turn Back

Ghetto Mafia

Straight From the Dec

1997

shut up
But Jack was wack, nobody cared 
Or maybe all his niggas there was scared
My nigga Kato got shot by a punk
Hit from the back by some

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

Lemme just spark it
Look at me pop shit
East to the West, with the Biggie and Pac shit
Everybody want this, but you can't cop it
Black and White

Just hit a button Morty, give me a beat
Oh man, okay, alright, um..
I'm a fancy boy, I'm a jack of all trades
I'm a master of the world, oh lord

I'm

mind, how did I get this far
I thought about how I, kill you for laughin' at my business card
Feels like I been discarded, And I really don't get this

For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park

just fine
Where we weren't just confined by what we hold deep inside
Now I 
Think every time I blink 
My train of thought is lost and you're the missing

White Devils got no love
We sufferin' 'cuz they ain' no Justice, It's Just us!
No Justice, no peace, all straight war nigga
Give a nigga a reason why I

Essentials these days by
these tracklist gangsters and  roll out stars cover art Kings
What a world of ours.
Theyre so misled.
What a discrepancy.
What

my lad-y
Chase that shiny gin - gin gingerbread
Golden syrup fill that Old Bailey
Thought you was, faithful now ha-ha
Thought you was, faithful now

Benz or Beamer

OutKast

New Jersey Drive, Vol. 1

1995

wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak niggaz they die
I never fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin at pig sty
Be activatin that Lo-Jack