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Big ass carbine let off 2.23's that's what he died by
Another opp just died I feel like Smurkio like AH HA
Niggas act like I ain't told 'em they can get

the bands stay constant
I done made a little bit off weighin my options
I don't think that them boys plan on stoppin
Been sick
You could tell by my watch

degrees in December
That's why the years go by so fast
It seem like yesterday I used to
Sport that pleather MCM member
Tryin' to be a jack boy, me, Mark

'
Hell-In-a-Cell
Powerbomb you through the stairs
We some Country Boes
Give em the peoples elbow
We don't tell no, lies
We just some country boys so you know

Aye run it up
Stack it up
So much money
You think we robbed a brinks truck
We loaded up
We totting em
It ain’t nothing
Boy don’t make us call your

You Bluffin

Knew from the jump
That he a stupid man
Yea I need some money
I need stupid bands
Yea that boy all in love
Call em cupid man
Yea one shot

Yeah, the Hellcat feel like a nascar
Hope I don't fuck 'roun and crash out
Boy, I could walk in the boa
Call a teller by her name and then cash out

dope things but afraid it'll seem wack
I got that crinack 
You know I got that dinope
That shit that have you stuck boy, right after you sminoke
I let em

Stop Hatin

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by

faith is not by accident

Life is often spiritual
I know you feel my energy
Making em' remember me
The world is full of synergy

Prayers for my boy Demar

Can't Tell Me Shit

Tha Alkaholiks

21 & Over

1993

I stop by the club, 'cause it ain't shit else to do it 
I'm on the guest list, it's E-Swift plus two 
Stepped to the bar, 'cause, it's a bad habit

these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by

3 Kings

Slim Thug

Hidden Gems

2005

nigga Slim Thug they mean what they do
Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too (too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall through

Yeah yolet me, let me, let me
Let me tell you why - why
This niggawhy we dedicated this song
To this kind of nigga cuz number one
Duke is drivin' in

think they call me Stakkz I don't know what you had thought
You can tell I keep a stick by the way that I walk
Niggas know I'm from the country by the way

niggas yeah they get swerved
You can tell by my cadences, that I’m really high maintenance
Gucci and Louie, yeah they both my acquaintance
If you broke I’m

Boy I
Fuck with you nigga!
Uh, fuck em all, kill 'em all off
Sent 'em off to the Holy One
Put a hole in one like miniature golf
You doubled your profit?

and a smile
(True)
If you only knew
That your ho was gettin' dug up by the whole 7th floor crew
Tell me what would you do?
Would you cry like you a bitch

the feds got em
Call it what you want it, just can't call me broke boy
And I'm dirty, go out my way to fuck yo ho boy
Its muddy mixed with purple, say it

that, tell em who you is (the Mix Tape Messiah)
Ok tell em what you represent, (Chamillitary mayn)
Already, H-Town stand up let's go

[Hook]

[Rasaq]

boy
I'm talking business
With a B-I-Z
You don't know me, you don't own me
You ain't got me, you ain't got me by the oop oop
Get your hands up, get 'em

f*ck what you’re telling me
This boy's so clean you can tell by the smell of me
Danny P I got bars like a felony
Dissin' me and you might just get hit

he dying by noon
Havoc and Madness know we bringing doom
Good gas smoking boofin' up the room
We wrap that boy up nigga no cocoon
Tell em stop playing

about that boy
That pussy boy could come up missing
Let em catch me down bad

I pur like ten racks in the trenches
I ain't got no mental health
I see