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by the pier
Bitch I cheat and racketeer
I'm on the docket, I don't appear
I never ever live in fear
Consequences so severe
I end a bitch nigga career

the bullet
Please don't imitate your boyfriend
The next thing she caught up by the tall man

Among the 1 million promises 
No other way, she's Sega Genesis

Yo Jody
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Y'all was on a date
When I walk she look my way (Hey)
You thought she was your

by the bed yeah I'm clutching
Know me in bed but not in public
Cause I’m tryna be yo side nigga
Yo side nigga
Girl I'm tryna be yo side nigga
Yo side

so bad, they don't ever sit You rather use guns before usin' fists
They tell me no, but I'm so used to it She walk by, I make sounds like I'm Ludacris

that dope
Rolln them windows and fill it smoke
Always on the grind like you grindn that kief
Word ta the young man they killn yo peace
F*** you pay me

Yo!
What's going on man, I hear you man are getting money
You don't wanna bring me in, nah?
That's cool
I see how it is...
Wagwarn who you working

to the mojo
Man see a leng ting from afar
She thought it was Bando when I said "Yo
Yo" (Bando) pull up in a opp like yo bro
Jump out the car ma man is like oh

I'm backseat on them drills
But by myself if it's a pape mission
He was talking out his neck until the K hit it
Yeah the pigs tried to jam bro until

a nigga with a tech, like I know the ref
Man, I just dropped a six of that tech, yall know the rest
How the fuck you braggin' 'bout yo coochie wet, but only

Holidae In

Chingy

Finest: Hip Hop, R&B and Dancehall

2005

stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed; hit

hit with the shottie 
Like what's in yo wallet
Hit the shoe box to drop a deposit 

Young trapper mane 
Learn the game 
From rubber band man
From

I'm doing the most
I'm wilding out
Yo
Yo, yo

You logging in
I'm signing out
Look at yo'
Look at yo' man

He hiding out
Yo
Look at yo'
Yo

I'm wilding

like a Juul n' shit
Bitch, I'm MOSHPXT, how I'm shootin' shit
You Justin Bieber with that baby
Glock when you up that, you Ludacris
(Aye, what) mAC 10s

bring all the plates to the table who comes first? No
When you cheat on your spouse, man or women
Can you tell me who hurts worse? No
50/50 in yo house.

In a world full of stress and commotion
They just want man to stress about promotion Instead of man getting that land by the ocean

It's my devotion

Beef and Broc' two tones
The Maybach go vroom
I had them fiends on tilt
Yo this work can't lose
He cracked his pipe around 10
He was back by noon
K

between right and wrong
We should all live life by one fact
Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' come right back
I seen cats go out like suckers
I seen

trouble
Have a strong mind, rebuildin' the rubble
Fortune's can change, don't give in to the struggle
You played by the rules while you had to watch 'em

to shreds, okay
Y'all might love him, by the end of this song you gon' hate him like I do, okay
He a fabricator, manipulator, I'm the illustrator on this, okay

Mhmm
No matter if I'm wrong or I'm right
Mhmm
I need you forever by my side
I need you to talk to me
I need you to talk to me
No matter if I'm wrong

B-I-G up on the east shore
West coast lore
Curls and the glasses you know who to look for
Ludacris, I'm looting this and back down by my new axes
I pop

Go 'Head

Mystikal

Tarantula

2001

re-over there by the baby shoe

I said you got a chiled huh
She said yeah he live in Bogaluga out there by my momma
Give me yo' number and I hit you

the passion makes for better chapters
HUH
YEAH
YEAH
I guess I really am a struggle rapper
DAMN
MAN
Struggle happens
But the passion makes for better chapters