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(Yung Lan on the track)
Whole fifty K spent for my bags, I ain't have a pot to piss in
Wish I recorded that last time when we was by the beach

Give a Damn

Tonedeff

Underscore

fierce", Man, I'm agasp here
Saddened by acts whose only buzz was gotten from 50 glasses of Pabst beer
Man, I'm stacked like I jacked Sears
After I smack you

All I Think About

Bad Meets Evil

Southpaw [Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture]

2015

anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

The chopper got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em

belts
Gucci imprint from leather welts

Ace, the Creator, man casey Veggies, yo
Odd Future, nigga get used to it
Hey, I’m gonna slow it down
Real quick

I recall one
Northside to the South, real recognize real
My words touch your gut
Then you feel like I feel
This SLAB and Roc-4-Roc
Why stop cause

around in the city in the fin fin
Nobody outdoing my team imma said it agian
Given out the green light to go
You niggas yellen out yellow
Passen by on my

smoke and some tred
Spoke on the homie there's two in his head
Cruising to Ames cuz we bouta see Fred
Taking a fifty or four five that's what he said

around in the city in the fin fin
Nobody outdoing my team imma said it agian
Given out the green light to go
You niggas yellen out yellow
Passen by on my

Double cup empty
Pull out the Bentley
I pray to god that they do not temp me I don't wanna lash out and get me a 50

I had to cut off some people

called me like 
50 million times

I told her baby chill 
I gotta go and kill these rhymes



Aw **** 
I go on and on 

Where you been, my whole life?
Why

nigga cooperating with the state
We live by the code so no we cannot relate And we don't give no info so 5-0 don't got no case
So stay the fuck out my

ever
You the biggest hater ever
I was born on 7 7 the
7th letter my favorite letter
Cuz I'm a G boy a real MC boy
The 4 5th pop get rocked like d-boy

cents
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, fuck

sh** is kinda crazy
8 plus 9, that's seventeen if you add it up
Made fifty K, I know these n****s all was mad as f***
When my granddad died he was 88
He

tried to touch me I punched him in his lap
Five years old bout four years old something like that
Yea I got bats around my house in real time yea it's

Foolish

Shawty Lo

Atl Under Fire

[Chorus: x2]
I come through in somethin' real foolish
And they like, boy you a fool with it
And he like, boy you a fool with it
And she like, boy

can't lack and that's no cap, yeah
He a dub and I can tell by the way he stack
I won't run from none that gun smoke, that's all fact
How the hell ya

They call me Road Runner, I leave that ass in the dust (aight)
I drink the heat from beneath the Earth's core (yeah)
Six million and fifty degrees,

his future wife by the name of Freeda
They had four kids and parted for the same reasons
Again sports had the goat too often leaving
He played his last

I choose the weed cause it help the pain better
I'm having wild dreams im sleeping on cold leather
Get it by any means my daughters is all i treasure

Gumbo

JT the Bigga Figga

Best of the Rompalation

2005

know what I'm saying, real, real special 

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Verse1(Mac Dre) 

As I get to bustin' 

This introduction

fo'sho
'Cause the judge first offer fifty-four (damn) 
Bro he think you a ho' (who?)
Tell your lawyer let's go
Suit up nigga it's time for war

Let

feels nigga I been draking
I don't wanna feel nigga
I can't feel niggas
All my real niggas that's 4L nigga
If you play with me that's an L nigga
Get hit

my fist clenched
Throw about fifty on a tee, that's half a lick spent
Thought you big but you only making small bucks
Heard that y'all ain't rock with