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Police

Lil Scrappy

Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live [Clean]

2006

'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?

Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen

down like a settlement
Because my Pippylong, like Mrs. Messersmidt
And they call me a modern day Edison
Even though I don't know where my head is in
I

(Ayy Nick, that's icy right there)

Lil' nigga, I'm grown, better watch your tone, you said you talkin' to who?
Make a nigga slow his roll like he

Dear Mr. President

Paris

Hard Truth Soldiers, Vol. 1

2006

lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks

Dear Mr. President you had

by the bay
And Mr. Ric Ricochet
We slay with the ringers
We bringin the ruckus
3 Points at a time
They all wanna duck us
It's crazy
Lil Aisly and Mad

Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used

leave the beat chopped up
I popped up
With some hippies and some mobsters
They playing games
I just play a little concert
I'm inside her
Yeah i'm vibing

him or not just to prove a lesson
Im not taking his life but the nigga Mexican
Bitch I'm better than half of these rappers that sound like other men

Florida. Get weed from the Mexican border
Got a separate account for my lawyer. Give my lil boy the world imma spoil em
I be drivin this Benz lik a toy!
Been

mobsters
Keep thinking that it's just
Frankincense and nag champas

Uh, I'm here with Evidence and Asia
My decadence is major
Fluorescent when I came in
El

Forgot About Me

Scarface

Emeritus [Clean]

2008

And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne

It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,

holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit

Ey mr d o double r my nigga blocko Gucci Mane
Whats happenin yeah yeah

I aint bullshittin
Gucci bout his buisiness
Twelve tryin catch me they got me

your heads for the revolution (Fuck)

Come one come all 
A hundred dollars a head
Every n***** you kill a hundred dollars 
Fifty dollars for a Mexican

Wuff Tickets

Mr. Shadow

The Mistahs: Neighborhood Tales

We the Mistahs tell me what you got against us
That were G's and your broad want to sex us?
Mr. Shadow and the Mutha fucking Lil one
We let 'em bleed

Ass hole by nature.. like trae the truth 
Walk in the room you kno im gonn bless the booth 
Who knew.. what this Mexican could do 
Hop on any beat and I

loaded quesadilla
I work like a Mexican
Bad lil' hoe, yo trabajo
Ain't got a lotta tick, can't talk right now
I pull up (creepin') , new coupe (beamin')

to go and call my boys n****
Smoke like a rasta
Drink like a mobster
F*** around and bring
More action than a actor
I ain’t talking bout no camera
When

And imma live this life the best I do it day by day

Verse one now let's just get to spitting
Lil fuck ain't at the top bitch who are you kidding
Now

die in prison, I want to die by the trigga
Don't cry for me nigga say goodbye to a legend
Mr. 1-8-7
Rest in peace to Pimp and Kevin boy

the tropics 
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya

gun hang out the mobster's booth
We gettin' lots of loot
I lift him off his feet
Cop a Porsche for cheap fuck around
You'll be layin' in the coffin

a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for

again
Went up the hill and ran out of gas by the Mexican (damn)
I mobbed back to the house, we wasn't the only ones sittin' there with our headlights