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If you see me walking down the street and I start to cry
You got the juice now man
Yeah, let's go
It's Rah
Damn baby
Aye
Where you going looking like

Makin' Records

Maestro Fresh-Wes

Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!

1998

INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money?
[Mac] Yo what's up? Chill
[Maestro]

of July
The bullshit they on, really got me fried
Let me give you a deal, eye for an eye
So it's now or never baby, do or die
I gave my loyalty; you gon

the sky
I'm off of the potions so tell me i'm right

So tell me i'm right

If i'm going by faces I know you surprised
Look at my chain it's gon blind like

Represent

B.G.

Chopper City

1999

a hundred rounds
SK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's
All you can do is put it on your fuckin back
Call ???? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope
I see

Mac Shawn
I had this bad ass bitch
She was freaking me
All up on that ecstasy
A bad defeat
Malcome X
Nothing going on
But some serious sex
Throw your

some?
Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some

(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition

little baby
(This Xavien Mac)
You can go little baby
(And I'm getting them stacks)
You can go little baby
(Bye)
You can go little baby
(See ya)
You can go

outta luck, baby, you ain't never count my cheese

Lay 'em back with the mac, I be stuntin' with the pack
Say i'm not but i'm jus that, pull up on us we

I was born with broken wings, but I still know how to fly
I've been through a lot of things, you can see it in my eyes
Now I'm counting up these

And get brain but not the same
Brain she be thinking with
Banger by my pancreas if a
Nigga think he slick
I'll blow his brain out now
He can't think of shit

treat but I swear it ain't sweet, my boy
If you hatin' me that ain't P, my boy

Keep it G you could probably never be, my boy
Cause I can see your baby

bitches off they was hanging like some loose thread
I'm going up hate to see you missed this
Uh, I got potential in my greatness
Count me out ooh baby

like a saint no lie
Get a dress yeah we going on a date I try
Won't do you wrong yeah I'm never acting fake no lie
You are like my muse baby when I get

Rondo, nigga

Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs
MACs, extension clips with beams
Know you won't see tomorrow
Clap, how lil' youngin' banging and they see
Hit

That semi here on my waistline
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit, nigga
I take mine
I run in your crack house, MAC out
Screaming "Go 'head make me" duct

Yeah I'm drivin' by the Projects
Uh yeah
And I'm sippin' on some hytek
Uh yeah
Yeah my brotha he about it
Look yeah
All my brothas yeah they bout it

Uh

on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
You heard me, you heard me

I don't know about you, but see
Baby I'm ruthless

You're all I had (I miss you, Rose), you're all I had
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself, talking to the moon

Fuck on a bitch,

and some Macs all big gats
Then I went to see my connect like
"Where the bricks at?"
He made me spend, I paid for ten
But brought twenty bricks back
Then I

I gave her my Heart
But she still want a fuckboy
I can't always wait & see until I drop oh
I don't ever know if you can see the real me
Baby just

i know
Ima flip it by the grove
And my girl domesticated
She making babies on the stove
Intermission yeah I’m fucking vicious
If I fucking flip it

Lick Dem Muthaphuckas

Brand Nubian

Menace II Society

1992

see-O, ya can't stops me
Now tell me is there anybody else
Before I put my AK back on the shelf
Cause I put in work like Job Corps
Niggas talk shit

knowing the deal)
I'm chasing the red, the blue, the green (X)
I'm going for alla the millions (Yea, let's go)
The fye by my side, I'm taking a ride