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Hide Out or Ride Out

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

again
and pull another left hand
fifty shots to win
i can't lose its impossible
plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin' you
i be 'bout

Kid lifted off of hennessey and dro / doing 5 miles an hour driving in a 5-0 / see the speed limit 50 that aint what I'm tryna go / car kitted speakers

smoking on gone cost like three-fifty
Catching plays sliding down Hill I'm screaming FREE RENNY
I just hit the corner store I'm finna pour a pop
Pineapple

blood-brain barrier 
And raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame
The black box warrior
He skipped this town and headed

lazy
50 60 hour weeks
50 60 hour weeks
As a teen
And this beat might be to deep for certain man
It's just LD?
If you don't feel it
Turn it off, go sleep

I Got Candy

Tru

Tru 2 da Game

1997

scrilla
7 grams for $2.50,
Got niggaz in the hood on hold, tryin to get with me
I keep a stash for the drought,
But the shit I sling daily in plastic out my

We all the way up
We all the way up
We all the way, all the way
All the way, all the way up
I don't got gang gang gang
In my blood fam fam fam
LD50 for

myślałem co teraz u Ciebie
Czy wyszło na dobre rozdarte sumienie
Co wieczór zostaje mi pytać sam siebie
LD50

That LD collab ain't a classic (it ain't)
Your foot fetish is psychopathic (gross)
Wrinkled feet with the dog shit (dog walk)
All your bitches on my

a hurried patience
By the path of the last lab determination
Reaching the LD/50 of a consumer "nation"
Breathe in

gang then I chill it with gang or go link up with hatters (bitch, badders!)

I'm a trapper, damn right
Fifty shot that's a mazza, crash that live,