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matter, I'm the  fire starter

Rub these sticks together like I'm rubbin all these pennies
You can rub my back as a matter of fact, good and plenty
I'm past

My shooter come over
Sniff out the whole block (The whole block)
Hand me 5 locks, load up the whole shot
(The whole shot)
Had to spend 60 in the SHU,

the air 
Bitch i ball
Like a pair Jordan's air 
Back on my grind
On my grizzy
I don't stop 
Wanna knock me
Tryna block me
From my shots
Bitch I
Bitch Bitch

Takin' off on this flight
Sittin' thinkin' 'bout life
It's mind-blowin'
Lookin' back at all the shit that I'd write
And all the things that we said

You're a bad girl aren't you?
Understand what it is you can't
Hold us back baby
Can't stop it, Doppel gang, do what we do

Yo, peep the mami next

[I think i LoveR...
She don't notice,
I wanna tell her, 
Hope i don't blow it/
cnd if she loveZ me back,
She don't show it/
So hard ta focus,
Cuz she

back tears holding
Guess that's what happens when you break down and tell someone you're alive
Oh dear you're no son of mine
Alive how ever could you

me down (Down aye)
From beginning girl (Girl aye)
Now I got you girl (Girl aye)
That's venni, vetti, vecci (Aye aye)

Remember back in the day when

A new lane
Buy back blocks and let my people run it
True game (Boss shit!)
Let Zay have the ones
Still bottlin' up the loose change (boss shit!)
I'm too

a insult
Like POs niggas in the run what y'all scared 4
7.62 in the convo now y'all don't wanna talk no mo
Just curious on what y'all niggas tout
Back

I learned the hard way
Gotta do it by myself
Designer on me
Rollie on my wrist, ice in my veins
Drip is the cousin of fresh
Ride wit my niggas 'til

on the blick
I done switchy the 9's
We never knew you would tell on the guys
Spin thru ya block in a sprinter
Its ten of us
Saw me inside it
So I had to tint it

Gimmie the Mic

Trae

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

that we drop black, bet you niggaz stop that
Real shit, plus the fact I represent
And drop you flat on your back, walking on niggaz like a do' mat

Cock Blockin'
By: Luvinnia Flowers

These niggas out here cock blockin
cock blockin
These niggas out here cock blockin
cock blockin

I'm Hollin

know I'm goin' crazy, playin' with a check
If I see yo bitch out in traffic, then she givin neck
And if she don't give da neck, then Its back to checks

Selling me your crock of shit
Texting me I block your shit
Claiming you work hard and you deserve it it's the opposite
I know what your problem is,

spin on my block i'm shootin' up his rental
He think ima lick he must be off that Fentanyl
Choppa on me gone hit just like a edible
Roll up a opp I smoke

gonna have a party on the fire escape
Do you remember back when life was simple and good
Chillin’ on the the steps of the block in the old neighborhood

a back, fucking a snack in a Cadillac
Desi hiphop, southpaw in the block
Now watch me get clocked, jaise saamne koi grahak
My thoughts be so traag, not

ya back
Wyle Out Drawl to this Track
Wreck the party then get the bag
(Philly Philly) Philly Philly that’s where we at !

If we in yo city Then we

Da Graveyard

Grand Daddy I.U.

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous

1995

Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it
Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step
Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep

Yeah, huns want me whole, they tryna cuff me take that as a joke
Take that as a joke, I'ma lean till I doze
Niggas go screw you then gone by a blow (Yeah)

glad he can read, he done finished the shit
I'm selling work in this bitch by the pound
Ion be home bitch I be outta town
Nigga run off ain no runnin

with the smoke but you dizzy
Everyday Im on that grind and repeat it
Stepping out Im spitting fire got em sneezing
Rep your block wit a glock thats