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Some people are policemen and they'll tell you not to move
Hold freeze don't move
The urge to move
But I'm fleeing the scene with the world in my jeans

let's up the score
Threw him a pound and he whispered back
"I love you more"

Beauty in the beast, she sees things she adores
I know her heart is pure,

he a bitch
I caught him by myself and smacked him with the stick
You playing with me, you don't know what happened to the last one
Upped the score

have some lures
I can't take no losses so I gotta learn from yours
When I'm stunting on the field, so I take her on some tours
Take her on a tour, by

some sleep yeah

Swerve

Watch me switch up my flow, I take my voice down low and raise the track four semitones (yeah)
This the other side you haven't

I'm getting all these blues
Got it on my own I could never lose
Yeah check the score board bitch we up
4th quarter give me the ball you know I'm clutch

Why Why Why

RZA

The Saga Continues

2017

crawling on all fours up
Woah hey, you should've saw her
You should've that money to a college campus
But then again I guess momma needed some Pampers

White Girl

Juvenile

Project English [Clean]

2001

fuckin' day is relief
I pray that he keep, I'm scrappin' my knees from chasing this cheese
I had point guard dreams of playin' for some team
Hit

they comin' out
Hit LB when the jokes up, touch down
That real Za, sixty-five hunnid for a pound
Ask G4 he know, we got the team strong
That chain

The Game

Jurassic 5

Quality Control

2000

demonstrate invincible bomb raps
Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse

Uh! Full court press,

Hypnotize Cash Money

Juvenile

Most Known Hits

2005

this. 

{DJ Paul} 

y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch. 

y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this 

Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with

Fuck up some bands on my wrist real quick
Fuck up some bands on ya bitch real quick
Fuck up some bands on my whip real quick
I fuck up bands til my

gone do what i say
On gelato bitch now pour me a four
She just want me to go take her on tour
Shoot my shot out and you know im a score
She like me cause

Looking for Angels

Skillet

Comatose

2006

new problems 4. and all new pain
All the faces are filled with so much anger
Losing our dignity and hope from fear of danger
After all the wars, after

Yeah mr c4, so stay dangerous
For sure (You know) it's Big 4
(Just pay the guy)

Ayy, I might call that bitch
When I'm tryna fuck
Ayy, I might cop

going!

Verse 1

Life ain’t 4 living/ if u just exist/ make your voice heard/ nigga raise your fist/ Hackney was cool/ a true neighbourhood/ some where

WIN

Jay Rock

Win

and L.A. outside
And if you act bad, I'll bring the K outside
Go and get your money, bitch, none of my niggas on some funny shit
I can tell real by who

nobody give me ****, I got my **** on that interstate
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate

You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss
Some

cars smokin' gas
Niggas actin' like Cristal went out of style nigga
Money in it, go

Same kid from the projects, 5H
Just flew by in the i8
Still do

on a move
Damn, I'm popping tags 'cause I want to

Playin' with my life like I'm insured
In a movie with this shit, I let it cut short
Sicko Gang, four by

ballin on u check da score
I need more i need more i need more
Callin up bro he gon pour up a 4
They ont wat go on behind da doors
We gonna fuck up a rip

Unless you wana go to war
I up this fye broad day fuck nigga, it ain't shit to up the score
And I'll leave three Niggas dead
If they don't move on ahead by

with my brothers, even though we bumpin' heads like goats
Showing love to my mother, spent her last just so we could score

Pop worked his ass off, he

them whole
Bump my head a few times for some knots and they swole
Drip out da bag this s*** ain't in the stores
Gotta keep me a blick incase a n****