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The Soundtrack (1992)

Game

1992

2016

Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack

lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button

My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass

Yeah
White toes, hair long
Rubbin on my skin tone
She ride it right, she can't do no wrong
Badd lil bih puttin out like payroll
White toes, hair long

girl been actin' funny, but he got some funnier hoes
He been livin' on the streets
It's ain't sellin' at home (he thuggin')
They can call him Lil' Tez

have a snack lil bitch

Aye, some would steal or rob or drill
Or pop the steel for this moment
Knew the stakes and shot to kill for this moment
Well here

on, ion really freestyle
But nigga in the meanwhile
I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe
'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do
'Bout

I Remember

Lil Rob

Brown Pride Riders, Vol. 1

1999

strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I

I Remember

Lil Rob

Still Smokin'

2000

strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I

can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass

(Damn JK Hol' On)
Hollow tips in that baby drac nigga, Make yo ass do a backflip
Rob yo ass wit' that mask off nigga, you know this ain't no Catfish

he kick shit like-
Damn
I'm not even gon say that lil' shit
Cause it's just gon' sound a lil' corny
I'm with your bitch, you know she horny
She

Make him run
Take his gun
Rob that nigga den pay him none
Talk that shit you gone pay the fund
RIP tray we gone raise his son
Wish i was there im

a four
I shoot at the stars, strike a pose (grrah)
I walked in this bitch with a coat
Yeah, yeah, I want the fetti
Die by Lil Keed, yeah, I'm thug

profits 
Trigger finger itching cause I know they wanna get me
Niggas tried to rob me but they wasnt fucking wit me 
Its fucked up you gotta live yo life by

with me

[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill

Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My

a nine on me
Right by the side of me
My niggas ride for me
These bitches lie to me
Are you gone slide or no
Do my lil time or no
Tell me it's real
Tell me

the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me

alone cause the squad ain't made no punk
Don't try to rob no robber or hit no hitter telling you right now dawg
I ain't going for nothin
Mmm hmm cause

gang 
Or run some shit over
Blrrrd, yeah

Ayy
Kutthroat business, lil' dog, get your throat slit 
My nigga went flodgin', he don't think that I

love all of my brothers we gon jugg and rob (ba ba)
My life been going downhill thats why I just look to god (I pray)
Said why these bitches gotta go

I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history
'Cause I've been

LOVE THAT K SOUND , TRAUMATIZED BY ALL THIS SHIT SO I WONT PLAY ROUND , BRING YA LIL
BITCH SOMEWHERE AND HIT HER FACE DOWN , SHOOTA WIT ME CLUTCHING MAKE

lil shit for a minute 
When I first hit the club 
They didn't know who I was 
Now I peep all them boys in my mentions
If they throw me some racks imma