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Girl I see you in my section 
You see these flashing teeth
Yeah you love the flexin
I saw you cross the room
Damn you look the best and 
I'm tryna

I Wanna Play

Kool Keith

Spankmaster

2001

giggle laugh, hee hee
Cops rollin radars, trucks move with CB's

Switchin more gears, countin G's, blastin CD's
Product on the market make a man behind

and close
Now who's making the least out of that ghost

Sneaking into skeletons of houses half built cross sections
Sawdust on light beams and keys left in

coming out my sector
Or really out my sections

Not switch sides, unless yo path cross this Kriss vector
007 James Bond Vesper
Be liquid or liquor

up in yo radar
Cause we aboutta take over (Sa)
Hit em with a cross over (Skrt)
If they tryna reach for us (Woah)
Shooters like Kyle Korver (Gang)
Pull

All these bitches in my section want some clout
I done ran right through the check, don't count me out
I done lost and made it back, don't count me

Now and later 
We gone stack dis paper  
Aye yo
Aye yo wait up 
Fuck wrong with these haters
Look on
Look on the radar 
You can see people trading

and let my spirit go

we sail without a radar, 
but we cross the seven seas
a wish beneath our pillows
in an ocean full of dreams
we will be free

fear

I see a lot of shit but I don't speak on it(don't speak)
But a lot of shit I see be weak, legit, homie(be weak)
Me, my dad got hit, was walkin' cross

Victim of the Crime

Phoenix

Alphabetical

2004

Come, come
Dropping off the radar
Come, come
Dropping off the radar

Lost illusions, try the best that you can do
You might get another chance

Garvey 
Shout out to that Pop Darby.
Coon don't cross my intersection
Drako burn that's indigestion
Bitch I know you watching me like Hulu
Who knew

On any given goal to slide, nigga
Minus the slip checkin' niggas outta line
Like it ain't nothin' to skip
Step in my section trying to flex
And end up

to waste
Cross on my chest let em know that I'm blessed
And you won't catch em takin my shine away
Opps in my section just not interested
And really I don't

You don't notice, she's under the radar
You don't notice
But she keeps on telling them lies
You don't notice when she
Hides behind the media
You

Pushing against the sway
Cross section of a snake
Jaw chewing face away
Caught you in eager frame
Still life attained remain
The same way or be late

Get money
Stack yo bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep yo mind on ya paper 
Keep a pole let it bow

their's no question
Game-winning silencer hear the suppression
Brace yourself here comes the whole student section

First, we had one then we made it double

could be gone at any second
When been cross more than a Manhattan in a section
You humans ain't listen my C-section cut different
Belly of the beast

Amina 
I’m all on your radar 
You high me like I’m on tequila (on tequila)
Girl you fine like menena 

All me really want is amina 
So shawdy I’ve

Fuck a day job got guap on my radar
Spent a lot but I'm still getting paid off
Beat it up then I'm back to the pesos
I don't know who to trust so I

We'll now begin the push-up
Section ready? Begin $upreme, you're a bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I've been gone for a while
But I'm comin' right back
Like

the streets, I'm talkin' propane
Section 8 ENT, that's gang gang
I bet a nigga never snatch my chain
That triple crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers

sliding in my section
Never fail to mention that I'm educated from the 707

Seven hundred and six, bitch
Add it up, plus one
Flip it backwards, say it again

get up when i fall seven times like a righteous man never beatdown
Let's toast its a Christian link up
Holy Ghost in the section so you know the lingos