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mentality boy (God)
Mamba mentality boy
Better go run to yo mama it's (Kobe)
Mamba mentality, only fuck bitches that watching they calories
Everyone gang

not answer My phone
Tell them folks I'm not home
But momma ain't that
Boy stay up out my business
Do your dirt all by ya self
Only God Can judge
You

cuz and nem the drac tell em wet the whip up
Ran up on em up the pole he thought this was a stick up
Nah boy this fo you soul Finna send this bitch up

I can't seem to shake these drugs
I been on it tell me how you want it, yeah
Kill 'em proper, creep up on him
Ridin' through them slums by my lonely

heard you gang nigga what you reppin 
I can't trust nobody be by myself then 
But If I need em I know they gone step in 
Yea 
Told my mama don't worry

(Pop)
Foul ball, these niggas don't play by the rules
Look in my iris, you can tell I'm really hurtin' (Yeah)
Hindsight, fuckin' you, it wasn't worth

myself, cuz I don't mess with the people
Rhude shoes on, new shoes on, what'd I tell them
I get in the t-shirts, and I also mail 'em
Planted myself in

(kiss me through the phone)
See you when I get home (when I get home)
Baby, I know that you like me, you my future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can

nigga too comfortable 
When you stand on nation business real niggas look up too you
On my Soulja swagga jakkin you bussing my brudda move 
Jus tell em

make theyselves feel real by hangin' with bummy niggas
Pull up to the trenches, take some pictures, let 'em clutch the blicky
That's why I be irritated

The Opps are killing off our men
So here's your mission
Pay attention
Make the opposition listen
Tell em... mama said knock you out!
You tell the devil
Mama

Everybody goin' through the same thing

Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (how it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't

You Know I'm a Ho

Ice Cube

First Expedition

1999

I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em

Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different

and use the pay phone when I ran out of minutes
I can tell by your homie tone that y'all ain't bout your business
Big homie always use to put me on he

the block
The same pussy nigga
I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga try to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was gon have it
Mama never was gon beat

No Vaseline

Ice Cube

Death Row Greatest Hits [Clean]

1996

White man just rulin'
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your

No Vaseline

Ice Cube

Death Certificate

1991

White man just rulin'
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your

seen labels the new-age slavery, so I partnered up
I'm a CEO now, I own a percentage of United Masters, tell 'em hate me (Fuck it)
This shit ain't no

today

Plank road we was clutching
Seen dem boys at circle k

Told my brotha spare em
Nigga this my mama license plate

Stickz mad as hell
Trynna get dem

With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar
Can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we

do my thang 
Lil mama like the way I tawlk mi SHYT she up on  a dope boy dick 

Verse

Got the Cuban on flooded that Scuddi 
Pineapple Fanta that’s

So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get

sure that you bleeding
Wanna play me?
Baby, this the perfect season
I'm really spiced up, can't you tell by how you sneezing? (sneezing)
And you can

Ya heard me?
Ah

Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin' (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin' (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not