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to take them trips
And booking all these flights
Posted by the poppy
Making money rolling dice
My own homie switched up on me
Now I’m on ice
Now I’m hearing

city I'll sign your girl titty
She say you her man but she's screaming out Whitty
But that's not her fault I'm a hundred you fifty
Fuck with me wrong get

you are in for a treat if you want some dinner
Pick me apart say I'm not that ni**a
I'm not a dealer 
Say my keys, are not addictive 
When the game

you are in for a treat if you want some dinner
Pick me apart say I'm not that ni**a
I'm not a dealer 
Say my keys, are not addictive 
When the game

about the bad times
Man that was last night
Feel the beat and flash
Your yellow teeth by the black light
Suck down a strong drink
Make out with a swamp

In the Hood

Big Pokey

Restless

2006

some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,

but I'm gunning from the best
I don't see the rest, you will never do me bad
Slaughter rhymes on the map, we never bout the cap
Never took an L man I

and I'm wanting mo
The teller know me by my name I ain't fronting hoe
My numbers goin' up no nobody harder
I'm ending my night in somebody's daughter
You

and that's just the hand I was dealt
I ain't lose my keys, I'm just feeling myself, uh
I don't like coming and leaving
I just carry my demeanor and mean it

In the Hood

Yung Joc

Summer 2K6 Chopped Not Slopped

2006

some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,

In the Hood

Yung Joc

Royal Green, Street Series, Vol. 1

2006

some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,

you back to the streets cause you love them
Probably tried to fuck one of my cousins
Man these hoes getting cheaper by the dozens
And that's right there

like skateboard P what sad song?
But what we had, we let drag on
Need an clean slate, Yu-Gi-oh that's black hole
Ok it was Dark Hole
We're an sell by

a delinquent man I fell in love with stomping niggas
In the stu with your lil bitch and we caked up just like a funnel nigga
Nigga saying he a killer when we

am I not her style
Does she want someone wearing some black
Edgy and all that
Or does she want a real man
Confidence and meal plans
All of it inside

be juju no be medicine
My sky stays blue like say I be Radisson
Black boy riding the city of madison
On the bench mark like say I be Alex Ferguson
I

Scott
You can be the boss if you down to work and nobody hiring you
Coz I could be surrounded by fine art and still be admiring you
Just come and march

vengeance I'm still pissed
Steady with the weapon reckon I injure with linguistics
Hungry for blood man I eat em all like yummy yum
Tummy rumbles it's hard

four let it swing
Super sport I ain't fucking with them (mustangs)
I'll blow your doors got the horse by the reins
Soaking up the game that the OG's

"Guess"
I say, "Well I suppose short in the front, long in the back
And maybe while you're at it, how 'bout dying it black"
He says, "Good idea, your roots

hope you feel the pain I'm fighting everytime I snap
And yeah that's why I go so hard, oh yeah that's why I go so black
That's why I go hard on the keys

closed blinds
Actions over words I never pivot on those lines
You could have had the world but needed world to give co-sign
Signed at the bottom by yours

change so you know I keep a dime
Nickel at least, a penny for my thoughts?
Free for so long is it wrong now I charge?
Been across my country man there's

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Today it’s all about cash and cheques empowering blacks
And having sex with ten chicks
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