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blend in wit the trees now
I do it for Louisville, them Louisville boys be sluggin' 'em
They'll slug you just for fuckin' mean muggin' 'em
I do it for my

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

motherland,
But they cant cuz they know we cant connect wit' dem,
We da only, f****** race, that can't be deported, back we came,
They psychologically

take me out he gone need God wit him, nigga don’t know he got God wit him
I’m shittin on em wit bars
These niggas can’t even keep up in cars
I ain’t done

in a stack
F**k that bitch, then eat a snack
Get that money and get them racks
And they know we gon' pop up
I'm with the gang and we ride wit' the top

lady's baby momma's few fiance's niggas wife savage life
who i'm gonna f**k next (wipe me down)
And i don't use the lifestyle or the magnum or the trojan

by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool

Pussy ass n**** can't stop a G
I swear to god I'm in it, can't copy me
N***** spinning motha f**** b**** I popped a G
Left him on the corner n**** stop

And baby we too lit to quit,
My hand was tattooed by her hip,
They turn Ratatouille for quids,
Run that calamari wit’ my n*****s,
And I cannot worry about

a long time if you let me be
If you let me
Im just looking for a freak they can have a good time
Good time
Hennessy or e made me f**k her long time
Long

phone
He ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north
For the pick-up drownin' wit' a Glock
Everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table
I

wit your's and f*** ya friend
Youngin never change I'll be this way until the end
And Ian tryna f*** shawty, I just want the head
Do it by the door, you

to squeeze it till it burst
Every other day is like a trial
N****s hatin' prayin' on the mile
They can't even take it in the wild
Only get my number when u

I die
Ima jugg til I can't 
Trap out the Honda 
I'll serve you a 8th
I wast getting the dough 
Now I'm making the cake 
Cut some fake niggas off
They

ain't f*ckin wit no cheese eaters a m*thaf*ckin mouse
Half of Molly for da 3 cause it's a m*thaf*ckin drought
I pop dat purple by the P I f*ck a hoe n

I could give a f**k about you and the way you dress
I be ballin wit my gang, got it tatted on my chest
I got M A J I C
With the star up at the top

Cuz b*tch I'm the topic
Can't f*ck that h*e raw
Cuz these b*tches toxic

Aye yo what's up wit that
Aye yo what's up wit that
All I want to know is where

him bagging up and serving work

I can't believe I had to see my dog leave in a hearse

he dropped out of school he got two F's they stand for family

Round My Way

Juvenile

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

[B.G.]
UPT baby, this how we do around my way
Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle
But you can't knock the hustle, feel this

Nigga, I be

up
N****s, hate, I don't give a f**k
I, can't, reach your base
N****s still talking up but I ain't phased
And I, don't got time for these b*****s
They

Do not know what they was thinking, like what you talking bout?
Up several hundred K it was large amounts
Seen that Nigga' last week, he was down

(You can't walk in my shoes, in my shoes)
Now I'm drinking and driving, with a pistol in my lap
Not a f**k being given n***a, listen when I rap
I've been

to be ironic hoe
Last name was mama so everybody called him joe
They tried to hit me wit a whip it almost was a fatal blow
Brand new whip but I can't

Errbody know I'm down)

(A Look)
Its like I f**k wit somebody that f**k wit somebody that can't get away
Its like I'm stuck wit somebody I'm lovin errday