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Playa Fly

Movin' On

1998

featuring Gangsta Blac 



[Playa Fly] 



You rather see me abolished then see Lil Flizy demolished 

and do some damage and punish

I'm gettin to the cake
Never chasin hoes
I'm only chasin change
Fuckin on a baddie
But I don't know her name
Slidin on you now goin one no way
Boutta

the Chevy then pack up the smithen
Dunk on lil baby
I think im Blake griffin
My shit goin crazy
I spit like I'm gifted
If nikkas ain't payin
We ain't talkin

just pave the way
I'm just grateful, amazing grace
Praying every day I live, I can see your face
Did a year in GDC, I ain't see your face
Goin through

I come in the name of Jesus
By the power of the holy spirit
What's yo trip
I told you what I'm goin through
The fuck yo problem

I been

that playa shit, I'm fluent
You niggas lil' bro, boy, I'm really y'all influence
We ain't never scared over here We gettin' to the bread over here

I

We do walk-ups with them glocks out, we don't drive by
Ain't no killer less you, look that nigga in the eyes
Locked up, sittin' in that prison,

I rep that five trey by the highway, The O, Oleander,
I stayed there when it was Oleander Homes
Now they call it Oleander on Broadway
Niggas bet not

to make a classic
Everybody
wanna be
heard Everybody
wanna be
seen
Everybody wanna be
known, and everybody
got some dreams
lil homie
came up
They still

uncles is from Sinaloa and michoacan 
Nigga dont get yo ass chopped up by kuzzin juan uncle tom 
U dont get a pass kuz u wit yo mom 
Dont duck when this

with my new fine bitch I feel influenced
To do right by her all the time
Can't let the old bitch ruin us
Can't you understand like no bitch
I'm through

hold up B-Geezy
What seems to be the blood clot?
Is it enough for me to go
Shoot up them drug spot?

Lil killa Weezay
They drug spot is fuckin up a nigga

who's shit we on (yeah)
Bitch know the sack super long
Bitch know the weed super strong (yeah)
Niggas aware of what's goin' on, yeah
Fuck all that shit,

One Hundred

Paul Wall

Deep in the Heart of Texas, Vol. 6

2014

what, one hundred I'm willin to feed
I'm gettin that paper to feed my krew
And no matter what you goin through
I'm stayin true...

(Chorus)
(Z-Ro)
I know

Spray Yourself

C-BO

Enemy of the State

2000

event

Now we goin' see you on some murderous shit
Have you heard of this clique
Thugg Lord
Yukmouth close the door
Lets take these Toy Soldiers

niggas
For Ransom
These hoes love me real bad Cause I'm handsome
Put a pole on a nigga
Now he dancing

Everybody claim they stepping Till They pressed by

were soul linked
Think I'm attached

She must be stupid she think I'm attached
I don't love her I just love me some ass
Run her through like a highway I

smokin but I'm
Tryin to keep my poise
But if my momma tell me some'n
Missin from her jewelry box
I'ma probably be trapped by my
Peers in a jewelry box
I

Shoutout to the Wutang, DJ turn me
Up a lil bit homie
Yea oh ya'll done figure out who
It is by now right? haha
It's me young buck bitches what it do

(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich

I deal with yo' fit's everyday
I’m thinking 'bout moving away
I was just fifteen, a lil jit thing
But I was roaming around through the east
Ayy (yeah)

this phone about some money about a hoe you better txt
I ain't signed I missed the call from the label cuz I was steppin
Cut my lil nigga off cuz I ain't

the backend Ye (Ye, Ye, Ye)
Welcome to the Show

(Woah, woah)
I live by a code (A code)
Never switch up on yo bros (Ye, Ye)
Never for hoes (No)
No playing both

(Yah, Yah)
(Aye, Aye ,Aye)
(YAH)
We gon' let them know
'Bout the days of my past
Imma tell a lil story but not too fast
When I was runnin' through