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of block, it's a rundown
Tay & Lonnie J they got dem pounds
N****s big, by air, don't smell shit
Gang in the streets, in the streets

In the streets, in

get you removed
Real gangster, kidnap your goons
Twenty bands and have it by noon
Back then, had fiends on the moon
I'm why your mom was heating up

the bando I'm rocking my bhino 
This ain't for play play
I'm flipping the view 
I'm flipping the view
I'm feeling like Ray J 
How can you hate great?
I got

I don't take it personal 
Lil b*** choosing, I'll f*** around and curve a h** 
Real N*** only and you N*** a Pinocchio 

You ain't the real boy, mid

know no fucking cops
Do it all by my lonely that's why I could never stop
I'm out the Hood hoe
I'm out the Hood Hood
I'm out the Hood hoe
I'm out

Boom!
Take Away, Vintage God
GRËJ produced by GRËJ, hey
J'en ai marre d'ces petit bourgeois privilégiés
Rap aux thèmes légers
Que des fdp bien BCBG

Yeah (This it right here Chad)
Yeah J
These n***** better stop playing me man, yeah

I'm cool if my head ever go under water, I'm swimming with

sell incense down by the sea shore
And put Daytons on any any automo'
Like a Samurai Suzuki with a kit
You know you Negro when you got Dip-n

Episodes

Lootpack

Soundpieces: Da Antidote!

1999

styles 
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real 

Episode #2: God's Gift 

I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware 
It's

E.M.S.P.

Kid Rock

Road Trip [Original Soundtrack]

2000

da hell can rap better than me
'Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,

Early mornin' stoned

I know some p***y n****s in they feelings

They don’t address that sh*t to me cuz I don’t feel it 

I keep this sh*t too real they don’t wanna spill

My Ghetto Heroes

Master P

Ice Cream Man

1996

Niggas that's in sports
All this type of shit as heroes
They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali
Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson, but me..

Mr. Nigga

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides

1999

inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained 'til damn near the next

involved
Like J Meeks I got the bars
N all the broads up in my drawers
See
It’s real  Ill prolly catch another charge
For these beats left massacred
N punk

the soda
Peeing ciroc cuz I hate being sober
I fuck by the 2 so my nickname is Noah
I'm on fire n I just can't stop, I roll up the woodz just to get more

Whatcha Know

Three 6 Mafia

When the Smoke Clears

2000

'n

(Chorus) x2

[Juicy J-]
Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven
Call

I don't know how they hate the b****
I'm her Ray J I hit it first and I know her dm a section 8 waitin' list
Send her back to the streets, she a basic

Je suis confiant parce que je suis le roi
Ma chérie tu peux partir
Je m'en fous j'ai pas du foie
Les malfaiteurs et les chiens m'ont trahi beaucoup

Ray's Is For Me Wana Saym
Khlit my Past Behind W Mno Hareb Fast
Tmnit n3ich b7ali b7al nass 
No Darkness No S*it On Sight
Sa3a 7lit bab s3ib Bash tched

the sandman 
She like Juice I love you yeah I’m a real fan 
Rockin’ ray bands I’m on ‘em like a spray tan
When n****s acting drastic hallow tips be awfully

In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout out

HOOK
In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout

leave ya dead n walk away like its nothin

Homies come and homies go only the real ones will stay
Shoutsout to j shoutsout to t but just forget about k

You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"

I'm not a cocky person by nature

Scaff, be cocky for her!