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a little drug runner
As the years go by we're getting older she's getting buffer
But shit at home for her seems to only get rougher and
One day she told

Good Girl

Roll Deep

In at the Deep End

2005

good girl till it went bad
Yo we lost everything we had
I had to let her go her own way
Words came back you were cheating with him

Go ahead girl

Got my mind made up, just calm down baby
We could be good friends, let's have a good time
Move yo feet, come groove with me
Let's dance
Could you be

four times with a fork
Had to stitch himself up because when he went to the infirmary
He got sown up by an incompetent dork
Not long after that
He

Going Farley-hard by the time I'm finished
I'm going til 6 in the morning
Looking for blow in New Orleans
And I still won't quit it
I don't think a little

the night has to offer
Barely not even pulling through 
This way you don't really love her 
True

But still we, still we let the dice roll
Still we digging

down, slow down)
Slow down 

Slow down
Let's slow down, baby, slow down
Slow down, slow down
Slow down, slow down
I know you ain't good for me, no

Mr. Dayton

Master P

Master P Presents...West Coast Bad Boyz II

1997

spokes.
I'll let the one-time know that you sell dope.
How can a nigga wit no job on probation
Have enough scratch to relax on some gold daytons?

Set It Off

Clipse

Set It Off

2011

of fame, lame
I should have a title and a D.E on the chain man
Re-up Gang, Pyrex over pie roll
Stir it 'til it's hard 
Pop it out, let it dry slow

Set It Off

Clipse

Not 4 Sale

2008

of fame, lame
I should have a title and a D.E on the chain man
Re-up Gang, Pyrex over pie roll
Stir it 'til it's hard 
Pop it out, let it dry slow

Eastwood 
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine 
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time 

I'm back to the motherfuckin' county jail 
6 months on my

my place
Can't let all this good ambition go to waste

He's working for the good times
But the good times never come
Makes him feel alive
But he's

no good like pork rinds
Gotta go home to that whore wife
That don't never wan' fuck, just start fights
And he just made a hard right at the wrong

Street Life

T-Bone

The Last Street Preacha

2001

of hell wit no bail
Chained up, captive and tortured by the enemy's spell
Who hears my cries from these lonely jail cell
And what do I profit to lose my

cheer up"
"Fuck"

On a break from work it's a four-nine
Just got the phone with Deuce he told me he did seven-five
I let the ink bleed
It's not even me

"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true

Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still

don't even
Believe in me man
I gotta put this shit on tape man
4 bitches at the same time man, there's
A difference when you just got 4 bitches
There just

and a bottle of shine
Whenever you roll up you're right on time
That small town state of mind
Small town state of mind

It's a southern breeze on them

A breakaway, an escape cause I'm all alone
I'm all alone, I'm all alone
I'm in my prime, yeah let's go
Demon time, yeah let's roll
Don't fuck with me,

Let the music take away my words
Let the music take away my verbs 
I'll let it all out through the power of rhyme at times
All i wanna do is slow

just watch, uh (La, la, la, la, la)
Bumpin' that new shit (La, la, la, la, la)
This my jam (Jam, jam)
So roll it up and let's float again
Yeah, yeah,

left with is to speak to my back
The reason for that I stand for my colony on the map
Look how I breeze on the track 
Let's leave it at that cause from

just shook though cause 
She sitting by this guy I wish he's gone I need pulled clovers
Right then
I'm getting beckoned by my friend
I guess 
I'll let

Back Again 

S.K, run it up yeah

Let’s go


Hook 


Nigga wanna get like me

Nigga wanna talk like me yeah yeah

Big Money team yeah 

We’re back again