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I aint a dancer just a rapper when I finish they still clapping
Shordy fancy wit no acting her appearance really get her paid
High I aint got act up

I'm yah dancer
Imma panther
Imma feminist
We invent it
But you stealing it oh
Mix n***a but I never switch up sis
All t all shade
For the fucking kid's

but respectfully I gotta mind my manners
She elegant when she throws it like a dancer
You know that you'll get anything that you want
Talkin' all your

eventide  the past yet
The girl that I fired still gotta come and get her last check
This is how it went (it went) I met her at a party
I was staring at her

off
Bitch we sellin' drugs
I hang wit felons wit the mob
We see blood we clean it up, get the mop, it's an opp

All black Prada bag
Bitch we poppin'

rot it gotta scent similar to feces
Believe me, we the boss level artists
Left up to me, your bars would get tossed in the garbage
That's just part

business i show love to my bros when i get it just to show that we finally winnin say im fake but no i ain’t pretending u a thug bruh u gotta be kiddin

Marino throws deep downfield. It is caught by fire
Touchdown, Dolphins
You talk about championship courage
You talk about a will to win

A flame

can see it
By then its too late
And no Mr.Deeds there is no good deed to get you in heavens gates
H-E-double hockey stix, how'd we get in this

ain't got no ass, so bitch work that shit
Ay me and my niggas ain't on no amateur shit
Ay raised by my pops that been handling them bricks
Pick it up

filled with adrenaline come get the smoke like it's second hand
Imma give you a few lessons then
Never talk to the lesser man
Never fuck if she is less

I remember when I use to get paid on a Friday 
Hit the club all week fuck it by Monday 
I was living that life dog 
Scares didn't show like Lipo 
Had

the heat, that you take to the beach
feeling free down the highway, gotta do it, my way, when a boss, no loss, gettin hot, with, the thoughts
met an eye

it
Met her on Monday
By Tuesday
She showing me titties
Come Thursday
She throwing it back
Stay with a cap on my mf head
But i promise
What come out my

(Free Top)
Swear every year as they go by these winters start to turn colder
And ever since my uncle died it left a chip on my shoulder
Demons out

heck no
We can get it popping' like a dancer doing techno
I'm coming for jugulars, you better watch ya neck bro
This not for the album I wrote this

run up on me then I’m lumpin’ some
Kick the door down erry’body’ get on the flo’
Loadin’ up my bag, load it with some dough
I got enough but I want some

Saturday Afternoon

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

Who want to ride?!
Who want to ride?!
Who want to ride?!

It's a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside
Mashin' in the bucket, sippin' on formeldahyde

IM IN A GAME WHERE THE PLAYERS GET CHOSEN
I KEEP IT PLAYA, AINT TRYNA CONTROL HER
I KEEP IT TRILLER, CAN FEEL IF ITS BOGUS


CODES OF THE GHETTO,

hated on me and I knew why
Bossed up feel like a new guy
Rollie on I be killin time and Im havin fun so it flew by
You Cant name a bitch I aint hit
I

that money
Get it by any means
Had a dream and woke up and chased it
Like Martin Luther king
What you accomplish today
Determines what your future brings

never wanna know, you never know how high
Hey let's get it
High up I don't wanna see you rocking bad vibe
When you come here by shout them buh bye
High up

don't get hit with the puff
I got enough but it still ain't enough
Wishing they would so I'm letting it shuck
In the dawn of the dead and I made it

splitting at the seams
I went off to college
Never saw you after that
Til my graduation and a tragic aftermath
Get in it or you buckle the trouble is how you