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Now come to scoop me up around 10, M&M
don't forget the hennessey, juice or gin
we bouts to take another trip so just dip in the Foe
I got a box
by on the peril vines
Go to the finish, big Texas is next
Stuck him in the neck and I'm beatin on my chest
(Ice Cube)
T-Bone is the king of the jungle
Nik Nack is in the house for the four 
My niggaz locked up left a kilo it's good as sold 
Gumbo pot creamery 
Rise to the top 
My limo
I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make
the right to hold a K up in my hand
'cause I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

Verse:2 Baby
Nigga I'm a made man gold mouth dog (what)
just a flash
But we're still kicking ass
The WAHL to the BERG
That's funky
And now the games must cease
And to the non-believers I say
you gotta expand your game.
[K:] Lessons!
[J:] Y’know how Koby in the off season would go and like, learn a fucking,
y’know a Texas Two-Step
the game
I get the dames up in a trance
I'm in the Illa rangers
Lil Wayne
Me and my mans
Holla at cha boi boi
Who mami wit'
She fell in love
well over a mill, nigga
Real nigga, come around and show up where you live, nigga
Pullin' out the K's, nigga ? and all
Wayne 'bout to damage your home
Now I never knew life would get this hectic
I find myself caught up, more than I expected
but I still take time out to make my rounds
and kick
who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

They say the game f***** up and the records ain't sellin'
It was bad in 06' gettin' worse
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

They say the game fucked up and the records ain't sellin'
It was bad in 06' gettin' worse in 07'
Market over
Yep [Trina]
G's up [Lil Scarppy]
Im back [Trina]
Trina trina [Lil Scrappy]
That's Right [Trina]
I done stepped my game up and sexed my frame up
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?

Party by
want, right now
I’m too gone to stay around
Switching up my style

Now our faces never stick around
A.K.A, never hold you down
A.K.A, can't figure it out
even know
I ain't hand over enough a whole thing since '94 (damn!)
We ain't trippin' we'll swap it out (swap it out)
If its still in the rap we'll
Butta's still here
No doubt I'm thankful mommy
Life's beautiful
I'm laying back like a cuticle (whoo!)
Past behind me, present look pleasant
And you're still the same
I caught up with you yesterday (still the same, still the same)
Moving game to game
No one standing in your way

that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot 

well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game 

what a day
How's your boy been?

Nothing to do
It's up to you
I've got nothing to say
But it's O.K.

Good morning, good morning
Good morning,
their ass cheeks yellin Geronimo
It ain't a problem at all when K solve
Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards
Are charged, by my entourage,
blast the cannon 
chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up 
Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cup 
Switched up, slow goin', gold
We in the streets player, get your mail
It's only two places you'll end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
Now throw
Brooklyn beef! Who want that?

I grew up in the thoroughest borough - B.K.
Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin' D.K.
Gav was the first dude with the C.L.K
Let's do this shit right, yo

I pull up on deuce deuces, still roofless
No security I move with shooters
V Tweezy dual exhaust
Stash box like

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