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That shit just made me wonder who's in it
That shit just made me
Wonder who's gettin' it
Now you gotta tell me whose is it
Girl, I used to fuck you

That watch cost me
A couple racks
I ain't stunting none of that
Cause I'm Tino stackzz
Spend that shit like dae dae
Everyday payday
When you a hustler
I

or friendly shit don't make shit so fuck it
Fuck it
Feel like I'm a steak on top a plate held up by vegetables (who?)
Fuck I look like making junky niggas my

Moving we making move'z that’s how we do shit
Niggas acting tough cause they be thinking they in movies
I’ve been on my own dolo shit cause they

That's Gangsta

Ras Kass

Ras Kass Presents: Re-Up

[Chorus]
Don't make no sense (Sense, sense)
Shit's shady
Don't make no sense
No false pre-tense
That's gangsta, nigga
Don't make no sense
No false

lock his front door
Told her "I want head" I
Ain't fuckin' that ho
Hm, I can't love no ho
They can't even break my damn heart, nigga
But this shit so

I Get Money

Birdman

I Get Money

2011

like dog shit, nigga
Tell 'em hatin' niggas miss me with that hatin' shit
And tell them bitches, my dick got a waiting list
I ain't trippin', nigga

That them niggas left me lonely
They left me by myself
I swear to god them niggas owe me
For all them times I helped, ain't have shit myself
Them niggas

shoulders off let me get right in it
Dust my off let me get right

I ain't gon cry over spilled milk
I'm a stay slicker than silk
Nigga that ain't how you

fees
That's some minor shit
Hoe this the major league bitch nigga, I
Born to lose but I'm raised to win
Bitch nigga, I
When you trill mane, you just

of this

Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't never lie
Change hoes like channels
Got these bitches televised
Hit that puff-puff
Now a young nigga hella high

Mane sumn ain't fucking right but I can't seem to fucking touch it fuck it
Aye feel for real make sure you can tell
I know that shit sound good but

Niggas with me ain't got no picks 
Ain't outside when we bend that strip 
Had to fire my ops cuz they ain't on sh*t
Everywhere we go you know we lit 
YEAH

ain't got time for that lame shit.
Swimming through the rain, rain, rain, rain. Yeah.
Living, moving, maintain-tain-taining.
cs long as I'll be balling,

her legs shaking when she finna cum

I said pops ain't call my phone when I was young & that shit fucked me
But I made my own way in these streets nigga

(nope)
The shit that you just put out, you could've kept, yep
She got a nigga, he gotta share (why?)
You can't compete when you can't compare (period)

Troublesome

Game

West Coast Resurrection [Clean]

2005

And the Game ain't tryin to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch

you on cause you love that toxic shit
How many options you let hit
How many girls been on your dick
Oh you pocket watching clocking a nigga, nah you

Oh cut this bitch up!
Yeah
Niggas claiming that they this and that, ain't seen it yet
Bitch I got it off muscle, know I like to flex
Hit his head

could see that 

I could see that you niggas ain't shit to me
I got 'em taking medicine they sick of me
Turn 'em to history past tense 
Most of these

Said she heard that shit too many times Told her she ain't never heard it from a
Nigga like Lived two completely different lifestyles
Good bitch,

out so i told em chill he was off of them pills (word)
When you been in this shit and you ain't hearing nothing
I ain't beefing with niggas it ain't

a crooked nigga too

Selling crack in the kitchen, I’m guessing I can sell it all to you.

Motivate my thug life by drinking and bussing

Drinking and fucking

shorty strip you out of your shit
Niggas playin' police games with they opps on the 'Net (ah)
Baby, do you want to fuck? You ain't gon' eye me to death