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on my feet. How a nigga pull up foreign and Skrrrt. Yung nigga had to put in sum work. Ain't a damn thang sweet but a dream. But Im a chaser make it
knockin' noodles out of his lil' mane
And they keep their mouth closed, won't say no thang
I thought that you were the one for me
But now I see
I thought
thought
Maybe you oughta let me hit it
I challenge you to find a
Better baller in the business
I know you prolly do your thang
Ballin' independent
But I'm
If they question you (I ain't gonna say nothin')
If I need bail (I'm a bring the money)
[Master P]
I ain't checkin' you shorty
But it's somethin'
be the ugliest homie in the gang
But your all in the game if your rollin in thangs
'cause girls don't care about how a nigga strivin
All they want
take it and strip it down and leave nothin' but the frame
Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs
Pop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack
Mo
gon' put up in your iPod?
Downloader, what'chu gon' do
When your favorite MC got to sue you?
'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin' taboo
Get your ass beat
Let me call this old bitch
See what this bitch doin' call this bitch
Raggedy-ass, shit man
Hello? Whassup? Nothin', whatchu doin?
Nuttin', just
they be rollin with dudes
Nothin but attitude, gotta give me latitude, heh
Bitches still mad that I don't fuck with a group
But I was raised by my poppa
gotta be this way but I'm sick get a gangsta plate
So now I got a rodeo, one warrant then blow me up, up, up
And away, with my team it ain't no thang
everybody wants to be tough
But I give the props to brothers on my level
Instead of trying to be above
'Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your
Sup girl what you go do
I mean is we go do it are what
You keep trippin', you keep flippin'
Actin' like You want to get wit it
But you won't get
some rhymes on lay away
But I be here freakin' fat funk to make you sweat
Do me a favor
And tell your neck that I ain't finished yet
I gotcha head
back at the club, smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check
it how they faded
All the great except the latest
Style created by the greatest
Rappin, rhymin, rhythmic climbin
Funky timin, rhyme designin
Lyric
with the trick
Years pass by, now you stuck with the trick
Fighting more and more now you're fed up with the trick
But you knew that was a [ho] when
Red light hittin switches, thang sittin on D's
A lot of y'all keep it gangsta online
But neva with the issue when a gangsta on time
It's Cali on mine
was Johnny Dang
Young boy on the block, but you know that I got aim
Young boy on the block, but I'm not NBA
Interrogation room, but I ain't got nothin
on the real I fuck with you
But fuck them other niggas that ain't nothin' like they do
They don't throw 'em like we throw 'em, they don't bone like we bone
attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
That's how I got my change, fam
Ain't a damn thang free in this world
nothin' but minus money
Immature, me? Nigga ain't got no dick
No swang in his thang, know what I'm sayin'?
He just mad 'cause I'm gettin' it all night
'cause you doin' your thang
Shouldn't have came here with him, you knew he couldn't hang
I love the view, but that just ain't enough
I can hear it
own befo' anyone else
It ain't nothin' in the big city but a small thang
To see a brother straight fall victim to the game
Somethin' that I roll with
You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha
Yes it has many meanings, but no
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