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ppl aint have time to ask me
No beef just keep it real no way cant let dem suckas blast me
Btw i'm from dat wish a nigga would
Where ya best friend

bangin
And most dem niggas wit me
Stay silent until they bangin
I swear I’m doing right
But they say I’m doing wrong
I fucked Lil Shawty one time good
Now

We Some Playaz

Crime Mob

Hated on Mostly

2007

dammit I fear no man,
You can tell by da way I walk, 
N da way I talk, ill beat yo ass
And you can check da set I claim,
East side nigga where I hang
Dem

shit P like that 
Blow dem rumors 
Out that Backwood 
What they said fuck em 
Lemme check my balance 
Pick up a check at customs 
Turn her pics to NFT’s

where you standing
Touch yard
Is bigger noise island bout fi panic
Free the dogs dem that's been the noise
Packs land I bag it
Kb that's been my dog mans

Jam Y'All

Petey Pablo

Still Writing in My Diary: 2nd Entry [Clean]

2004

pretty

YEEAAAAH! This is another Lil'Jon production
Petey Pablo, y'all what it is
Set it off

[Chorus]

you know I'd like to come over there
and just

Don't buss that nut, If she acting all drunk
Feeling Lil Jon turnt off crunk
Heard yo mixtape put it on shuffle, that bitch ain't mixed right damn it's

haters
You know we doing well, well (well)
OK

Did the work, put the time in
Screech by I'm like Dustin Diamond
Now I got girls all across

On Halloween was Lil Jon thought I was super crunk
Cant catch a break nobody cares I woulda never thunk
I woulda never caught a case if I ain't buy the drugs
I

Bangers

Lloyd Banks

Official Crack Gods: G-Unit Vs. D-Block

the back of the club louder than Lil' Jon

Now don't try to stand next to me (Right)
Cause I'm the nigga they came here to see (Right)
Ain't nothin round

Spark it up o di dan dan
Apple juice kpelu alomo
I dey feel myself I be like don jon
Baba mi o worry nkpa nka kan
Long as I dey where the ses be

coming to the top
Oi
Aribaribariba
Coming with the heat
Ogya paa na y3 de ba
Shouts Cali streets
Killer king oy3 killer
Kc wakye Jon
Wo y3 fake wo y3

givin' pussy like it's free
My GS3 gleams perfectly
Lil' Cease get raw like the stems
Land's and Lexus' flexed with the M-A-F-IA
Blunts make my day
Friday

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaa
Ummmmmmmmhh

Dropping ashes all over red roses 
I be outchea
Yea  yea yeah I be ghostin
Death in dem lanez with a brand new

Waaak, waak, waak
Got the gangstas here, my dawg
(I think I might be happy, Fuck you)
Ayo check this out
Supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin with Lil

Yeah
Yeah
Yeeeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Aye) I'm Countin my wins
I Lost some friends
Don't even know where to begin
If it came to an end
Then leave it back

bitten off by the Poffel!

One time! for the family I’ve goh Lord!
Two time for dem’ Niggaz I respect Y’all!
All black in a coup! pull up! With my Crew

industry
All my gas exotic fuk is a dispensary
Man i know dem niggas pussy wasn't rlly Street
Tie em at his ankles
Have the car drag em by his feet
Yea
Bitch

still holdin’ it, huh, 
I be fibbin’ when I forgive ‘em

Aye, I ain’t that same lil’ nigga that you remember
Shirt and tie, tears in my eyes when I was

forehead)
And he wasn't killed by the fed
(He wasn't killed by the police)
Now that a niggas dead
(Now that a niggas dead)
Who gonna help the dead
(Whose

Hit the Parking Lot

Pimp C

The Naked Soul of Sweet Jones

2010

the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'

Sat it on dem big 6's couldn't play games with dem 20's
That wet paint is

yeah I like dat you belong the stage were the lights
at you belong on the runway
just like the models I ain't talkin where the planes
ain't takin flight

Run them bands up 1 by 1,
South deshon road gotta counts my funds
Told me I’d fall still think I’m the 1
You can judge me but I’m still God son
You

where I lay
I'll make you a beat if you willing to pay
Please don't leave yo girl astray
When she get by me she ready to play

Bitches be mad when I'm