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in the trap like a court
Burning so much gas like a Ford
I got niggas who living off fraud
Cut your eyes out don't know what you saw
If you snitch your

even out by no rain
Nuff man a pressure yuh body nah nuh game

Ooman yuh hot, so yuh got di city locked
So yuh body man attack, so
Dem gwaan kno yuh

the second im in it
Beat by Babo
Smokin gelato
Second account code safe wit my thot hoe
We goin steady baby on some Rocko
Stuck in a Pot hole
Im bout to pop

all on my plate
All of the thugs in the back
They shooting craps and they got The strap just in case
So stay in ya place!
Who tryna play i came

face, never need a skee taste
Knockin off codeine by the case

[Hook: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Rolls wheels and get rolled over, south side soldiers
We da shit

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Too much juice too much juice (She Got)
Too much sauce too much juice (yay-yuh)
Me and you me and you
Getting

sound you making the better
Ain't gotta prove shit

I got the juice
Shit let's be honest
Yeah, you selling
But what I'm moving
A different product
Cut

da game
2 one mother f'er dwizzle sippin on da sizzle
And dat's fo' sizzle
Fo times for da riddles
You we is bar
Everywhere we go u noe who us are
You

awesome
Like R. Kraft when he got some
FREE MASSAGE
I got the juice, for the cooch, got to keep it large, Marge
Fully in-charge
I made these lines just

a pistol close by my mother fucking side
For all these young niggas thinking they can mother fucking slide
We the ones with the juice it ain't hard to tell

fear the obstacles
G be heartless
One shall eat
What he harvest
Life won't treat you
Like your mom do
Or a boss who are
Protected by armed bros
You gotta

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The Always Open Mouth

the job done!"
(When I've got a couple drinks in me, I'm known to practice apathy!)

When you see me stagger
Know I'm being antagonized by what you can't

The Truth

Common

Internal Affairs

1999

kids speakin' 'cause it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin' us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin' my own mind state

know baby who got the juice
Oh it's me Baby there ain't no controlling me so hopefully
You should know Rode the beat to no degree
Tappin on the ovaries

hundreds you talking boy u in the way
Ooo oooo
I think I got the juice
Ooo oooo
I think I’m who she choose
Ooo ooo
They tryna watch my moves
You can not kill

B-I-G up on the east shore
West coast lore
Curls and the glasses you know who to look for
Ludacris, I'm looting this and back down by my new axes
I pop

‘cause Cinderella got a claim on your golden shoe

Bop-bop-bop-bop-ba-da-bop, Bop-bop-bop-bop, who?
Bop-bop-bop-bop-ba-da-bop, Bop-bop-bop, I got you

And I'm on a runaway sipping on juice
With my mind on one thang
Trying to get some loot
When she see the top floor view

Got a penthouse sitting by the lake

dem on
got my hoodie
My vest dem on
Chopper round me it's war
If u try me then nigga it's war
Niggas round me is tough barely by looks my niggas enough

hatin' on me, I hate myself
They say you are who you're around, I just stay by myself
Real G's, move in silence, sippin' champagne
Pre-rolled joint, got me

When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like

Release Yo' Delf

Method Man

Tical

1994

When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,

Release Yo' Delf

Method Man

Hip Hop Classics [Universal]

2007

When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,

When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like