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Fell in love with the trenches all we did was thuggin
Cross me up when we catch you we finna get to dumpin
I'm independent I'll slide do you up all on my

thuggin I ain’t never scared, all these new rappers is very weird, ain’t impressed by the shit that they let me hear, I done bled for this shit I done shed

we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile
 
Girl,

come on the scene
Better get on the floor shake it dance for me floor shake it dance for me
Bring ya girlfriends by we got somewhere to be
Yea You know

Here I Am

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

type person 
We keep it live while y'all niggas be rehearsin' 
Cursin' us, hopin' that we disappear 
But we been in the game for so many, many years

The illest nigga in the city
Yeah I run the town
Them young niggas got them burners
Ready to gun you down

OG Kush we burning, pockets fat like Sherman
Then

One on One

DJ Smurf

Dead Crunk

1998

of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause it's like that, on a phat track
With a fat sack
D-Roc

Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black
She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat
She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we

baby
She know dis nigga crazy 
Bitch I'm still nola baby

Nigga always know 
we be on bourbon
We thuggin all at night
Gotta catch Ma next la flight

rapping
But I talk that gangster shit and be about it
Fuck nigga fuck nigga, fuck around get bodied
Do it by myself because I don't even need nobody
We was

I'm in my room, and I'm thinkin' bout ben
I can't trust me, no bitch only trust' me my gen
Long Live bruh, make me wanna, go sin
We take' his ass

all them niggas who would diss you in the dark
If you know us, we'll snatch you up and put you in the ark

Flora Mississippi, rep my city, Kearney Park

ya brain
Pollute ya city cuz I spit that cooked cain
Thanks fat joe cuz you described us best
Now it's non stop packs look at this big mess
You left us

Illegal weapons, and tattoos bien tumbados
I'm fat but I have flow like fat joe
Look at me wrong, and I take out my glock
Think about your death, cuz it's

Uh, okay, we're going to do a new song then

It's about a man named, uh

Morgan Davis, Morgan

Morgan left the house to get some Cream of Wheat

Time for Work

Joe Budden

Rage & the Machine

2016

it'll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can't we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I'm gone in this

the D and the 4
Birthplace of the rhyme, punchline, and metaphor
Home of nameless as well as the famous
You'll find a Kool Herc, Fat Joe, and a Larry

like to touch it
Kiss it rub it
Flood it
We seal it and ship it
Whip it like bisquit
Got few on the hit list
Scoop and beam won't miss shit
Get rock by

a name you can’t pronounce 
By all accounts find his whereabouts
Even if we steakin out outside of his house
She ain’t got no time for clowns she gone turn

we Snoop to Tha Dogg Pound
Where I found Lost Boyz they were bringin' the noise all
Geto and Beastie Fat and Grease(y) Jayo/J.O.E. committed a Felony

Ayo Lil Mexico, pass the gas

They want the old Fat Nick, back on bullshit
Popped a lot of percs now I
Pop a lot of Glocks if you see a bad bitch
I

you off the streets if you let em

Lemme tell you how it be, where I be nigga
We in dese streets all day no referee nigga
All you hearing everyday is

worried by 7 things

Yea, look, take 'em back when I was 17
17, I had a cutlass it was hella clean
Always thuggin', always on the scene
It's the word it's 2

And we outside wit it, thuggin' out with our rounds
Shawty said she love me by the way I beat the cat down
Yea I beat the cat down, shawty coming back