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fitted and knitted
People judge a pimp by his shoes (Biatch)

My mama wasn't a sucka and
My daddy wasn't a lame
Uh uh (Bitch) , I come from the game
I do,

flock
Hood baby with the chicken plate
If its beef tell em pick a date
Tell my bullets to yeah pick a face 
Find they name then I hit erase
Na I'm back

lost niggas I started with from the start
Now I rock designer yea that brand new Saint Laurant
Tell em free my brothers can’t see em behind them bars
I

You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Hahaha, yeah, nigga, fuck 'em all!
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Fuck all you

tell that you brittle
Don't get carried away, all because of your mouth
Fuck around and get clownt
Penny Wise, when I float em down ah drain
These faggit

shots got hit by many
Pull up shoot he dead and then we
Vroom on the Yamaha,
Chromed-out eleven-hundred
What I'm doing?
Getting money
What we doing?

U mad u mad yea yea u mad u mad
How I pull up to this bitch I be doin'em bad
Skirt skirt vroom vroom yeah doing the dash
Ima certified stunna boy I

on 'em but I ain't Soulja
I don't gotta put hands on 'em
Couple bands on 'em and this shit is over
She want it now pull up in a rover
Tryna spend the night

Big Mama (Unconditional Love)

LL Cool J

10

2002

record's number one on the charts

I'm a tell it like it is, I love you forever
Dead or alive, we'll always be together
Big Mama I love you

[Chorus]

niggas gon' wake the man that's within
Boy by your looks I can tell you cappin'
Boy by your looks I can tell you a pussy
Thought it was soft then he saw

bombs Iwo Jima, I'm a soulja not no boy
Diamonds shining round my neck the baby think my shit a toy
If you knew what I'm about you'd never overstep

em
My eyes red in the studio this XO got me rockin'
In paradise like Coolio man gangsta shit been poppin'
But ya'll Soulja Boy frauds that bitches out

Tell them like I’m Soulja boy the first one did it

drugs you took
Stuck in a nook
Forced to do it by the book
Even though I'm a rook

Here lemme tell ya a tale
You in jail gettin railed
A piece of rail

the toy
He hopped out wylin'
Shooting crazy like Soulja Boy
Got him in the frame, snapped shots
Not a Polaroid
Thousand words I never said to the pigs
Keep

Okay you graduated high school
Made it out the Army
Duckin' all that drama from your crazy baby mama
She gave you two kids and you love em both

The Dooright Family

Ray Stevens

Shriner's Convention

I wanta tell you a story 'bout the Dooright Family. That soul singing gospel group from the hills of Tennessee. They travel in a silver eagle with

to the old me

Sugar coated no koolaid 
Whats my name know its too late 
Why he drop it got that new you 
Im like soulja boy hit em with the you 
Rockaway 
Now

even when he was on that thug shit
Dear Mama was the record I initially fucked with
CDs can't do without
No dough to pick em out
Thank god I had my mama

guide
Don't stand to close like a 5G Tower
When I drop these niggas be choppa hot
Better stand your ass by a fire hydrant
I was riding with some fuck boys

my head low
I don't drink im getting high was barely getting by
Tell'em all this new shit finna pop my old shit still a vibe
Killer in the streets, he

got them blues, tell me what you wanna do
Say you wanna be a soulja, then you gotta live tru
Ludacris, me ain't crazy, but Z's still say fu
Got up late,

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands

little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas

Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed