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The best way to put it to you, my nigga I'm winnin' (Huh)
Then I went in, and this you got from it
Niggas love ya music, but never wanna drop on it
Cursed by

kill 'em with success
I'm up next like afternoon
You niggas evenin' the playin' scale
It's like the moon
Tryna sunset as the nightmare I rap resumes
You

(gllliiiddd)
Choppy Sounding off singing like Lucci
Left the scene told me boys it was Gucci (brrr)

Neva been a Soulja boy 
Always been a F**in chief 
Lead neva

bullets flushed em
That nigga died? His mama cried? Well tell that bitch that I said fuck her,
(You stupid mother fucker)
Knew that you ain't love em
Let em

Big croc, I be ready finna munch on em
Got subbed in and I had to make it happen
Leveled up by surprise, so I started really trapping
I'm with Cash,

A 20 minute song
It's not actually 20 minutes
Duey! put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking dirty, hehehe
Oh boy
Is there any way I

offended
If that's your friend tell her to step in this my bredrin

Been in the dance since Soulja boy go and tell em
I'm a simple man I go with the first

the door down, tell them bastards “fuckin give it now”
Stupid lil grown ups didn’t listen to the clown
So I got out an electric pen and shocked 'em

wearing all black, but then you scared of me
I blame it on bigotry
Blame it on anybody that fuck with me
And live to tell the story
Wish em well
I'm

Snitch

Akon

The R&B Yearbook 2006 [Universal]

2006

with it, A? 
Whatcha gonna do? 
{Take em on back to the streets} 

Akon [Chorus]: 
I keep the 40 cal on my side 
Steppin with the mindstate

the stairs 'cause
I had to show 'em the steps
I just be floating on this
Beat like it's water, shit
I might just need me a vest (Yeah)

Baby, come tell me what

the stairs 'cause
I had to show 'em the steps
I just be floating on this
Beat like it's water, shit
I might just need me a vest (Yeah)

Baby, come tell me what

Watch how this motherfucker break down
Make em go dumb with the bass sound
Know you got rats in ya circle but its cool
Cause they really won’t

/ I See Dis Shit Clearly Now / Devil Can Hear Me Now / Yea I Walk By Faith, But This Here Rod Gone Help Me Clear it Out / Have You Ever Gave Yo Last

Mally Mall!

We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We

gone
Tell me (Tell me, tell me, tell me)

It's been thirteen years, no pain, no tears
Respected by all my peers
No matter where I'm posted at
My hands

And flipping bricks

Whip,whip, like J. Cole
These kids on drugs
But they dont know shit about the dope
It's a damn shame
What I seen em' do for coke
A car load

WALK MY WALK 
TALK MY TALK BIH 
THIS MY SAUCE 
WHAT IT COST
I DONT CARE BIH 
SMOKING GAS, HELLA GAS, I CANT PASS BOY 
ALL I KNOW IM THAT NIGGA,

season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I

motherfucker?)
I'ma tell you right now (Hurry up)
Boy, you better calm down (man, just spit it out)
Boy, you better reckon who you talkin' to, I'm tryna talk

shit
And you ain't got no guns nigga you don't clap shit
Boy quit the acting you never fucked a bad bitch
And let me pass it back cause now I'm just

Yeah
Boy it's Leo in this hoe
On My Way IV
They don't know
Nah, nah, nah, yea, well Leo tell 'em
Yea, aye, let's go
Hey, boy I'm 'gon rise
No matter

finna bear 'em
Run up, got the right to air 'em
Said you paying what for jacks? Let me go run it by my Arabs
The flower that I'm rolling up alludes

Family Tree

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Art of War [Clean]

1997

They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'