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made yah)
You wanna
Get enticed by the type that's go'n do you right 
Only reason why we out here trippin through the night 
The love inside yah died

the moon rise
And every day a good day long as you by my side
I keep one hand on the steering wheel other hand on your thigh
Ride with me bonny n klyde with

then reset (i blow her back) (shawty)
Pop some X and then get lit (i blow her back) (shawty)
And I spread her legs open (that ass fat) (yeah)
Just so I

Yeah I got homies dead and gone
Who ain't get to make it home
I sit back and reminisce every time I get alone
But I can't never grip that chrome

on the top, where I'm finna stay at  (uh uh uh)

I get high-I-I-I , I'm gettin by -I-I-I

Don't wanna die die dieeee, so I get high-I-I-I

I ain't even off this

no
Let's bring '92 back
You know the feeling of Cube, Dre and Snoop back
You feel like shots fired well n***a shoot back
'Cause we got everything you

Back Up off Me

U.N.L.V.

Straight Out Tha Gutta

and be	 mob by my side
So watch yo back here come an mutherfuckin' drive by
Loadin' the gat's we got to be strapped packin' the gat's 
Can't get trapped

Let’s Get It!

Verse:1
Fresh line up, at the barber shop,
Soon as I hit up at the squad,
U see me by da parking lot,
Smokin on this,
Wit dem diamonds

Bothered 
Bothered

But i'd sit up a little taller if I had my father slaughtered
Slaughtered
Slaughtered
Slaughtered
Slaughtered

Back when I was a used n

fucking the enemy
I can't lack bae that might be the end of me
Smith N Wesson CP its assisting me
Nigga come get yo bitch she stressing me
White girl she

I gotta get the green
A money-making monster
Imma love machine
Yeah I get it how I live
And that's by any means
These n***** don't love me
They love

YO
Negative momentum is shifted by sickness
Like a shy victim twice bitten
With venom dyin, foamin, cryin n spittin
A lotta these rappers are weak n

just in the cold by myself on my ass
So when I'm alone I just hop in my bag and I get it
I do this shit independent
Everything that I'm doing you seen it

Usual Suspects

Nas

Usual Suspects

2009

I'm riding in the 7,
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven.

[Chorus]

[Nas]
And still my talent is yet to be challenged,
Had new jet

Quiet on tha Set

N.W.A

Hard Rap

1989

style
And this concludes our program
Of how N.W.A. makes a ruthless jam
Now first we take an average drum
Give it to Dre, and the boy gets
Dumb
It's no

Hot Temptation

Bro'Sis

The Dome, Vol. 24

2002

- Minute by Minute
I aiÂ'n talkinÂ' Â'bout a sweet relation
Said it - get it - come on

While the groove is getting deeper
And the lights are burninÂ'

Lock Down

Three 6 Mafia

Underground, Vol. 3: Kings of Memphis

2000

to get you
can't no love be in yo heart
by the way fuck these hoes too
you know they just as devious as negros
that ho don't love yo ass
damn fool if you

Every time we wild, that's rock n' roll, baby

It's back to the basics, hop back in the matrix
Gave the Maybach back, back, now it's off to the races

over bullshit, like I'm Todd Gurley
Damn
My n**** get them bows by the boatload (yeah)
Stacking money up, 7 feet tall like its Bol Bol (seven three)
Damn

pass me by
No I cant

No I cant let you pass me by 
Ill drop everything that I’m doing to get to you
No I cant let you pass me by

One thing I must

Go-Get-Her

Vi3

Go-Get-Her/Nowhere

2002

mentioned a ring
Oh no
Want to get you on the floor
Little bump-n-grind
Make ya beg for more
Back to the crib for the after show
Make ya ride that thang

Song Title: Reality Check
Written By: Moose
Produced By: DOPEBOYZ 

Verse One: Can I Busta rhyme like Busta, can I get this shit poppen, and spinning

to that sin'n
I extent my grace and my faith, just open your ears and go'n listen
By the power that reside in me, I call the dead to return to liven
By

that
I letter think that she all that
I gotta act like a gentlemen
I fckd that bitch in my lettermen
Chopper on choppers n I gotta get up
For nggas that