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Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Niggas hustle, niggas murder for this dope and cocaine
If I'm out here doing

my prime 
What I mean by that, is that I keep getting better
Hope I stay an inspiration and become a trend setter
Lookin' back at the screenshots that

winter is coming it blows
Like coke in the eighties move
Dope like a baby
I'm tryna be greater than Hov
Like Weezy & Baby I want you to pay me
Then hop

What's it worth to you
Cause this is life
Yea yea yea
Welcome the fight
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo son wake up
You know this shit just
Too smooth to touch

get inna mood
I was down now I'm up off this shit that do
Ran up a check I just sit in a booth
Stay by myself don't got nuthin to prove
I might get

stripes, woah
Got no time to be a dope fiend (No time)
I'm just tryin' to keep this all clean (Oh yeah)
I follow all of the hype b
Like I'm tryin' to keep

nigga go and get it cheaper
I'ma real dope boy
I got the cuban and the beeper 
A lot of water dripping
From the glacier on my finger
You can say i'm

Born to Be Wild

MC Shan

Q.B.O.G.: The Best of M.C. Shan

2012

(Cut it nice)

(Get ready to get busy)

[ VERSE 1 ]
It's been so long and I paid my dues
And with rhymes like these, yo, Shan can't lose
You won't

the bill 
It's like they're all a little delusional 
cnd it's hard to win with them 
But I will never ever lose with dope 
That's why I never ever lost

dreams
The dope boys gave a youngin' hope
Kept a squeeze on everything
Pressure busting pipes fasho
Stayed down till I came up
You know how the game go

me you call
Thou-wow came through with the assist
We couldn't miss if it was two versus the whole team
Roll screen serving dope fiends
We major, major

with yo mans (with yo mans)
Thought I wouldn't make it, baby here I am

You a savage, doing damage
Thought I wouldn't make it but I managed
With

I might bag a dirty chick on vacation
Might bang 36 chambers on occasion
I might spit a dope rhyme for the heck of it
Ask a kid with attention

the weed that I smoke on
Go long, throw it Deep like the end zone
Heart cold, yo ho, catch a dose of brain freeze from the snow cone
Then she gotta go home

Mood 
I feel like getting fly and on all my Jewels  
Boy You gotta keep it g 
And play by the rules 
Especially if you a dope boy 
Selling that food

it
Not living up to your potential, yo, I truly hate it
Face it, you’re just a dope cat, standing adjacent
To washed up rappers, unhappy they will

then they knocked off
I know they fucking mad
Bitch gon call my phone talking bout shawn
My brothers want yo ass
Tell em come get it
That shit be pitful

Aye Super Dope
Smoking on that Super dope
Walk in yea yea walk in
You gone like it when I beat on you
Keep the blick
You'd a thought my heart came

of the day I can say that Christian did it yo let's go
How does he do it they say
All the flows string into one like their braids
Type of song that when you

Growin' up in the Hood

Compton's Most Wanted

Straight Checkn 'Em

1991

Growing up in the hood, yea boy
1984, was the year my peers didn't know, what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn

Beretta in 
You got ghost 
Boy you had better ran 
Escaping was yo better chance 
She said she need a better man 
I hit her with the dick she thought I took

the streetz
Cuz you desperate probably
Nobody In yo corner
Showing you the ropes
All you seen was fiends
On the corner Smoking dope
Getting served by the D Boys

again
You ain't really in the gang you don't appear in the pics
Why you hanging with the opps boy your peers are a bitch
I been running in the gym like

dope lines than the cartel 
Switch up the tempo 
Im wearing all negro 
Moonlight w/ satan 
She making me tango 
Pulling them strings boy
I feel like