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to repent make good with the lord cause when I pull through I'm painting your blood on the floor
Time to make that call we're going to war
See you on Fox News

Make That css Shake (lyrics)

Hook (Drumma Boy)

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ice, you walk by, you get a wind chill (ice, ice)
Yeah, they call me Big Foog, you know I do a big drill (mob)
I ain't do a drive-by, bitch, I did

the block, I call up Mucci up they come again
Get it crackin, never lacking
You want static what you packing, bullets flying like Aladdin
I turn that boy

Yeah
First things first
Tell them lil n****s
To catch me
I’m in front
All you see is the back seat
I got the boys from the backstreet
She mad and she

(Ay, ay
Where you from homie?) Lifted up
His shirt on me
Chrome 4-5, and dawg I wasn't strapped
Then another walked up like "Nah, he cool
That's Dave

Countin' up green
You think that I'm plankton
So what is you driving?
It's nothing u riding
I pull up in something you cannot pronounce
And I smoke by

immigrants
Putting in that work, this ain't no coincidence
If you need a music video call Mood Infinite
One day we gon get there (true)
Office on the Forbes

it's gonna get ugly

And bro, the gun, you know he gon' shoot
Like a magician, that would go poof
Get her a run, that boy is a goof
Punching that nigga,

The Rhythm

Kwamé

Old Skool Hip Hop: Greatest

2009

to 
The Rhythm

Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas 'cause everybody's rappin
You better get sparked by the song that I sing

up in my shoes bet you cant walk up in em
I had niggas that I love try to fucking jack me
I just let em have it
Cause you gon need it more than me

and we gon get to clapping
Mama say I can go far with this rap shit UH
Meer come from one side that boy don't have nowhere to go AH
Noe don't got no chill

Been gone could of kept it going
With a poem or a basic letter
But now I just hate to tell her
Try hard but I didn't let her
The groupies get at your boy

Thangs Change

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

never accepted
Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap
But kids nowadays will curse out old folks
Then you tell me I need to be a role

by little, we stackin' up
Had to get real 'cause I had enough of being forced to fit the frame
Tell you what, we don't spit the same
I'm spittin' truth

don't get my time no more
Been an outsider since I don't know
And I feel bad vibes every where i go
Time is the cost when your one of these lost boys
So

You can get your brag on
(Go head)
Just watch who bring that bag home
(I'm goin' bring that bag home)
Doin all that just to stand out
(Ya'll be doin'

repercussions
Know it’s still me you thinkin bout when you fuckin
Prolly always tell em you could go without the cuddlin
And that’s not me, I’m Sorry
I ain’t

no fuckin' wit no fallacies (Murder)
Try to give me more then I'm a catch you in the alleyways
I really don't care where you came from
That way, I only

Crook Playa

Mr. Pookie

Tha Rippla

1999

party, tha ammo and a clip
Take a breather 4 I leave ya face down where you sit
And tha competition, oh they get flattin by bows
Cause we ain't bowin down,

I'm fly as fuck!
I don't want to be the one that tells you lies
I don't want to be the one that makes you cry
I don't to be the one to disappoint
Ouu,

takin' care your ass, I respect that
Bitch, we'll tell 'em move you from your dads with your dog ass
Tell that pussy bitch, "Don't run with 10," get

pictures they don't see his vision
Ooooh oohhh they tryna leech that nigga
You get a good girl boy don't take that girl for granted
He threw my love he knock

where we are now
Years down the road 
And I am happy to say 
That you came my way 
And brightened my day 
With your shinning smile 

Tell me what is it