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n my lane
Cus im bound 2 hit ya ass Cus I'm bound 2 hit ya ass
If u think'n its a game if u think'n its a game
Test dummies u gone crash test dummy u

' paper, you'll dress a lil' better (swear)
And I know I'm that captain (and I know)
I put you on to the fashion (I put ya)
Hoe game been on the fashion

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin', drape-

Well, it's big Bun B the baby, Mr. Woodgrain ('Grain)
With

Draped Up

Juvenile

Trill

2005

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin', drape-

Well, it's big Bun B the baby, Mr. Woodgrain ('Grain)
With

was started by a rat 
Played the telephone game Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat

Bitch I'll leave

I got this freaky lil hoe
And she on a honor roll
But when she on her knees

She honor me like I'm pope
Like do this do that
She know how to play her

real
Ain't doing this for nothing
Pulling me by my heart babe
Love is a crazy game
Without you it's not the same
Hate that I feel this way but
All in my

bad)
Bad bitch in the bed frame (Okay)
Same one 'fore the bread came, uh
My set on the next move
No time for the head game
Kush pack in the backpack

much dip on her chip now the bitch think she got options 

You know I ain't throw no salt in the game, the lil the lil bih was on me 
Aye man all ima say

Yesh Yesh Ya'll

Redman

Muddy Waters

1996

decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em

Yesh Yesh Ya'll

Redman

Muddy Waters

1996

a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em softly
I wouldn't

this for funIf I hop out the car, Lil nigga better run
You think life is a game then lil nigga you done
If that nigga he hot, We going send him

the dome, that lil' nigga got writers block
N-N-Niggas be hatin', don't know they get hype or not
I stay by myself, don't know if I'm alright or not
I

to see me take a loss
And I know she don't really really fuck with me
She seen a lil' cash, now she's claimin' that she stuck with me
I be in the cut

Ghetto Got Me Shadey

L.V.

Murder Squad Nationwide

1995

for my hood yeah foolio
One less G in the hood doin' an idiotic drive-by
But still I puts it down for the westside

[LV:]
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Mr

broke bitches, we can't have no fun
Mother fuck a friend hoe, I'm all about my funds
Ask about me yeah they know about me, yeah I'm Mr

hoes
Catch me on Milwaukee at Lil Woodys wit 2 bestfriends
By end of the night I'm fucking bestfriends
I know her mans prolly mad he be hating on me

tell by the laces, they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's

shit
I don't got time to be playing games with you n****
Answer your mother fucking phone. See this why"
Shorty if you don't get yo goof ass off my line

up me and dollars side by side
Keep it real ain't greek to me all my shit slimy slime
Mr mystery mystery mystical I'm flammable dynamite
Yeah yeah

racks
Your rap game yea I know what that lacks
And lil melty on this beat yea I smack
Hold little bitch get the fuck back
Unless you trying to get smacked

a difference
Pimp in my system like God gave me lemons
I'm juiced up and don't do no lifting
She bring a friend for the 3-3 like Pippen
Lil mama you got my

Yea bye
Mr b O B, you already know man
Lowkey, none of these ops don’t know me
I just gotta get it on the? 24K, no Kobe
24 hours you owe me, ya
Can’t

Lil Nikki On State Street 
A Hell of A Day 
Rest In Peace To B.I.G & Shorty Frank 
We Gotcha Renee “ DearBorns “ 


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