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'em
V8 350 Camaro, Fresh got 'em
Bought a million dollar Rolex
A nigga doubtin'
Cartier watch for three hundred
And fifty thousand
A hundered-thousand

on the come up, half court, nigga ball up
Still rockin 3 stripes, puffin indo
Still rolling through the block with my kinfolk
Flipped a couple of them thangs

blue Russian with us, semi automatic gun and I dare somebody to make my day


Dirt road cruising, doing sixty to a hundred 

Got the stereo cranked,

Marv he's gon paint yo block messily
It was a gruesome scene
It's a cold world I'll snatch it if you don't use your heat
I can tell who's broke by how

you still beneath like your name is Lannister I'm fucking (Jon) snow
Who the fuck are you?
Credits go to the fake places 
Not controlled by a fucking

Four hundred years long ago
Virgin land was forced
By white race (in the name of the faith)
Faced to them (we) stand lances up
Ready to strike again

wood like a lumberjack
Damn bitch
Ouu
Damn bitch your face look uglier than a plumbers crack
Take a single dollar from me and I get a hundred back
Nigga

your mouth on it
I don't really want your cou
You a thot lil bitch
Three hundred and eight a knock a  pound of grease out your taco mix

Everybody say I

Come on
Wassup Fakez
My grandfather just passed nigga my heart hurt
Ima superstar getting interviewed by Doris Burke
Niggas tryna rush to the chip

of a train
3AM off a tab out in front of a train
My Savior knew He saw my pain

My Savior knew he called My name.
He called me and you He called us by name!

shit
Nigga back up
Yo lil ass a chump

They
Gone have to come
Deep for me
Discreet
Cus I'm the one

Nigga
Ima come
John Wick 3
Take 'em out
One by one

I'm a Ryder

TQ

Hell and Back

2004

the woods
We do some nigga hunting
Cause ya niggas ain't black or something
I let em fly, I dare to God
Took ya niggas ?
Hop on the jet on to Red Island

Light of Day [From "Light of Day"]

Joan Jett

Lucky Numbers

2000

One, two 
One, two, three, four

Well, I've been out of the woods for six days and nights now 
And I'm a little hot wired but I'm feeling all

I Got That Fire

Mannie Fresh

Tha G-Code

1999

[Juvenile]
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money
Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds
A nigga with tattoos all over his arm

Goodbye

Killah Priest

Black August

2003

Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This

Drac & pistols
I told my niggas when I'm up Imma split $100 in nickels
Don't understand the threat of 3mp my nigga that's triple

I told em when my time

it back back back
Gotta slow it down I been burning through these stacks

Three bad bitches in the back seat they classy
French inhale with the wood

the word, what's the stats today
I'm seein' three, six, nine, I move the packs away
Havoc in the kitchen, catching bows Joey Galloway
Twelve heard the song,

shot in the foot
Throw a couple at your knot like you playing shot put
Three-hundred rounds pop your hood, look like you were shot by an octopus
Book

3 Stripe Killaz

Made Men

Classic Limited Edition

1999

I'll be that sacrafical dog nigga
Cowboy, Made Men, thug nigga
Specialize through the job nigga
Three hundred and fifity seven degrees Fahrenheit

And now in my mind I reside the hundred-acre wood
Everyone in my brain knows exactly who I am
Because I made them at the age of three and to this day they

money, n***a why is you lying
B***h I can't stop till I'm flying in private
Off white my feet I got it
Im switching lanes in a Mazi
I need a 3 gram wood

by the smell
If it's fish Scale
Leg work
Can do a hundred miles
Or I can use the mail
Real nigga
Put you on ya feet
When you get out of jail
New day

on three
Bitch it's the man with a plan for his whole team
I make it sound like a band, By my lonely
Countin' it up, by the band with my homies

No two for