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away, like asthma attacks,
You still in year one, like you Jack Black, what up slime, Slat, Slat,
Big bags of the green, yeah we get that
This

roll through the I.E
Can't stay for too long, 5-0 ain't really friendly with me
Flood the air with cali trees while we bumping the speed
Blowing exits

About to be civil unrest, wanna start it?

Here's this can of gas

You got the match? and I got the flame

We Are One, but it's not a gang

It's a way

roll through the I.E
Can't stay for too long, 5-0 ain't really friendly with me
Flood the air with cali trees while we bumping the speed
Blowing exits

Dirty Dan, lost my mind during that time, I forgot I was the man
If you cost me, then it's fuck you, just tell me where we stand
Stand on ten by my

roll through the I.E
Can't stay for too long, 5-0 ain't really friendly with me
Flood the air with cali trees while we bumping the speed
Blowing exits

roll through the I.E
Can't stay for too long, 5-0 ain't really friendly with me
Flood the air with cali trees while we bumping the speed
Blowing exits

Tryna dig in her spine, we ain't going to dinner
Fifty shots up under the Glock
This bitch lemon squeeze no lemon lime
And my big brother round the way

(Huh?)
This nigga boo booed up with my old bitch
I put paper before hoes: thats
Why I’m so rich (yeah)
I paved the way, long dick, now we all fit
(Chu-chu)

Murder Onze

Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Conspiracy

1995

the Civic sellin mad weight
Outta state and shit, I can't wait til this record shit is straight
So we can recuperate, get the dough and I'm gone

Don't Panic

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi, Vol. 2: Gangsta Grillz

2014

a nigga clock
Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat,

Rock Bottom

Bun B

Str8 Killa

2010

stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by a muthafuckin' dope fiend
A bitch tryna get a fix, put my nigga

16 Fever

Shawnna

Back to the Traphouse

2007

out see this my traphouse I slam fiends backs out we push white sacks out
See this my traphouse I slam fiends backs out we push white sacks out, them

cus there's nothing left to feel for
My roll dogg just got played by a real whore
But all bitches run back once we see board
We need more than a 20 spot

Bay Bay [The Ratchet Remix]

E-40

51/50 Ratchet

2007

gotta walk it out
I'm tha king of this rap shit what the fuck they talkin' bout
Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South
I be all through

please don't speak
You wanna know what we do when the club get packed
Toss my set raise my shirt show that tat up on my back

Yo look at any game 50

Hillside
Wayside and Crankn that's AliasTrio
Chop make him dance like he Ayo and Teo
Q piss they pants when I slide with my people
FIFTY CAL bullets this

We about our Daddy Business
We will never mind our own
By His Grace we'll overcome
And sit with Jesus on the throne
One One One One
Eleven Eleven

Olympus Himalayas Vesuvius KTwo
Everest Makalu Manalsu Annapurna
Man to sum it up there's no summit I can't run up

Yo I'm no alpinist but I climbed

Yeah, where that bag at
I need 50 for a show, where that cash at
She from Sacramento, threw her on that Amtrak
Even though I'm getting paper like

nena quema rico

Pierre Parle hit me for the feature
Home Run I hit it in the Bleachers
Run home this here for major leaguers
We raid Rome burn the city

cat been preying don't you run
Hunger in my stomach but the smoke is in my lungs
Told Big Cuz that we going on a hunt
You been praying nigga, niggas

Wow shoe game like wow 

Iced out sparkle  

Like Wow her hips move it’s like wow  

Dick too big she like owww



This how we grooving now 

Can’t

Don't know what to do without you is this it
I'm missing you baby do you feel that that shit yuh

250 on a two tone skeleton
Run up on me shooting at yo