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soul to take (uh)

I desecrate the nations
Gee I'm a sick individual
Jose Louis yo, Analog digital
Cigliari Trarabelly
Run Isreali my niggas run deep in

see each other
Take it to the street, we could beat forever
Me and my Glock always be together
I love my Glock, we sleep together
My bitch be gettin'

by she said she seen me in the club
In the project x party where I ran into my plug
Think he tryna overdose he got three pills on his tongue
I just

Poppin' Them Collars

Master P

West Coast Bad Boyz, Vol. 3: Poppin' Collars

2001

y'all miss me, shit I miss you
So sweet, so sure but so low
So just let it all go, serious we sick of this
Dog homie, ask ya kids they put you up on it

Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
But my grimies is the grimiest with love for me

and
Aftermath and

I'm a legend and evolving, I hit em with the awesome
With universal love bout to pop to the top
And anyone involved, don't do me wrong then its

wanna be down with you

Yeah, I love you lil' bit, but I don't think you got me soft
If the Bill lie, tell me once, I'ma cut it out
I was trappin' out

Yea, I ain't a love addict but I'm abusing the drug
Nate and Mil them my slimes, call em snails or sum slugs
You think you hurting my feelings by

are

This goes out to you (you, you)
Ta ha, this goes out to you (you, you)
And you (and you)

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Check it, baby, sweetie, lady,

on the porch
Got placed in the morgue
Whats love
Wussup
Give it to the ladies in the club
I left out the back throwing up
Had stacks full of ones niggas don't

Psycho Bitch II

Tech N9ne

The Box Set

2009

else spit...
[Liquid Assassin:]
She's so sick with it, I stick hit it, and dick fit it
Never did I think for a minute to quit, quit it
Chickens

the residuals
I'm nothing like other niggas, I'm individual
And you're a lot of talk but I'm still waiting for the visuals
I see you looking every time I pass by

as it gets
Tryna see bout which door imma kick
Pop a pill up the score we the shit
I'm the boss so I'm holding my dick
I got here by myself they
Wasn't

Check it
These cold days got me in a physical rage
Walking through the dark path in this invisible maze
My individual is criminal but lyrical

cops with big clubs
Who's arresting you when you're drunk
You sick munk
Spitting up bills scriptures and gumps
Till you punks get the picture
Get it?
If

don't give a fuck
I'm cool with not bein' cool with niggas, so listen up

I'm in the booth right now it feel like I'm gettin' fuckin' sick
I caught

People Say

Redman

The Saga Continues

2017

my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box
In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain't

ma, I’m a mu’fuckin’ rap star
Everywhere I go, I’m accepted, like a Black Card
You can tell, by the way that I go hard
I ain’t gotta say it, I’m your

Feel me?
She do it for fun
I call her my killy
My partner in crime
The chunks to my filly
I Taylor to come
She come to me swiftly
Get it, ha
She call me

The rose grows sick from the
Dark love of the worm
That finds it's way to her crimson bed
And twists and turns and burrows and burns

links to my
Go in clubs, pop bubs, and drinks to I'm sick
Pop the most, roll dro in Optimo's
Push the drop to show
For niggas who pop for those
Who pop

Heart is heavy like a sandbag
But I believe it
Burnin' buildings ain’t the fast track to healin' feelings
I’ve seen enough where I’m livin'
I’m sick

Vegas

Bad Meets Evil

SHADYXV [Only @ Best Buy]

2014

remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say

Banks Victory

50 Cent

Greatest Street Hitz

move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make