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(Yung Lan on the track!)

How you doing ladies and gentlemen?
I go by the name of Blac Yougsta
I rep them three letters C-M-G
And I name this

these lames' Supreme jackets
Until you rob a hype beast, you ain't seen sadness
Clock-work orange madness left the scene laughin'

Ay, we forever-ever

boy, don't think you wanna do that (I'm like)
You had your chance, but you blew that (Lil Tjay)
Everybody asking who that? (Oh, no, no, no, no)

jumpin' like we in Halloween

Smokin  gas up on the set I feel like Charlie Sheen
Lil' nigga but I'm big money like your big homie
Ridin' downtown with

you talk down but gave up?
She look good with no makeup
She's not a Barbie, she's not a groupie
She's not a girl that you see in the movies
Is he

I'm drunk better talk to me nice
Glizzy on my body moving spice
Who am I fucking on tonight
Who am I fucking on tonight
Yea
Yea
Girl your so persuasive

a lil' one on the way, now I gotta do this shit for my kid
Havin' conversations with the sky and I meant everything that I said
For my family, gotta

Chill, baby, sit back, just chill
No Breitling, need bills
No catch in these hills
Been a lil' menace since the field
Can't forget the seal
Can't forget

me
You ain't gotta lie to me
Or play like when we click 
That shit don't happen 
But I can tell by how those eyes fasten
You know yo' body language

(yeah)
I don't care bout what you saying lil boy  i'm focused on my rap (yeah yeah)
Fuck 'em, all those who always try to make me wanna stop (let's go)

a trim, look like a juice box
Who shot dissing on lil Maji, nigga, you popped
Fold a nigga like a laptop, he get a shoebox, don't need a coffin
Fuck around

tempt me
God gave me a vision
Run up a check
And leave niggas clueless
Yes nigga I carry these blues
Left lil shorty out here
Looking for a clue
Who’s lil

Us baddies getting that dough
Where the bitches at who grab em by The dick for talking back
Where the crazy ones at who up his Own shit at him with his

Us baddies getting that dough
Where the bitches at
Who grab em by The dick for talking back
Where the crazy ones at
Who up his Own shit at him with his

Paper Route

You don't know who you're messing with
cin't no Democrat, and by far I'm no Republican
This is the type of talk that'll probably piss

phone
And the good die young and the great live forever
Go see your memory bank teller 'cause you done forgot who put this shit together
Wait bitch
I hop

nigga
And the only reason you ain't been dead already
In America you protected by the cops nigga
Cause they keep these killers at bay all day
If they

Shortie Like Mine

Johnta Austin

The Price of Fame

2006

I'm about to say is straight up 
Real talk, no cut, I don't play bout' it 
There ain't a price you can put on a girl who knows (uh-huh)
Just what

angled. One degree, stress spins it
Weaving side to side through the busy streets like a boxer
Heard talk of a crew run by a champ named Oscar
So he flew up

to talk
He let us step
I'm steppin' in
Just got a Glock
I gotta' spin
Slide down my block lil' boy ass down bad
It's for the older opps it's so sad
Said

I get money that's just who I am
I get money that's just who I am
I just walked in this bitch with them bands
Please come get yo lil bitch she a fan

lil homie, we call him Quackson I make sure when I blow up, I gotta get you
A bad bitch Oh hell no, that bitch tryna rip me off just
Like some Velcro I

If that goofy said that he piped up on me
That nigga got flatlined
I don't like to talk
I'd rather smack a nigga
I'm on that time
Knock that lil

wonder do I really need her
I been going up stacking money by the meters
I don’t wanna wake up when I’m lost I’m a dreamer
Now you wanna race but lil boy