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a slave that's alright with me
There's no limits when your minds this free
Riding the horse loving my flaws
Either times flying by or not moving at all
So I

don't expect no work,
Big homie told me boy get yours first
Put the team on next watch the net grow worth
Talk about a team cause I have one, Talk about

that I did can never be undone
You can't play a game to win that I already won
810Money now your journeys begun
Got the whole world wondering where is he

Music Makes Me High

The Lost Boyz

Lords of the Boards

1997

and hidin
 is you gonna start your slippin and slidin
 man I thought you had this game in a snag
 How do it feel with real niggas in your ass
 Listen Mr.

them chains
We ain't givin' out no name (no names)
We ain't givin out no names (no names)
Twist your fingers, throw your gang up
Twist your fingers,

with some color in your face
Check her out yeah she's just divorced
She's good to go from a reliable source
Oh no, no this time not that one
Oh no, it's

session
When I grip the mic I spit my shit like a veteran
Wait stop the beat a second
Now bring it back again Catch 22 has come to bump your party
And get

the same

They say the dope game good until
The end of your trial
We in a frenzy for that money
You can't spend when you die
The streets on fire tryna make

balcony and survive
Thrive off the pressure like a diamond in disguise
It shines out my eyes

Look into your soul and grab it by the head

Praise

be hated by all in this game but I made the call to stay involved and never take a loss when they break my balls I rather bite your ugly faces off like

Grippin Grain

Lil' Flip

The Freestyle Kings, Vol. 4

2004

Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god

ride out
Keep the bread by my side (My side), Better open your eyes (Yo eyes)
Nothing here a surprise (Nah, nah), Unlaced we have no ties (No ties)

Yeah I do it for the front now I do it for the back
I won't do it for your stunts and won't do it for your traps
I do it for the fans and I do it for

than that Ms. Becky
Bitch, I'm black! All my people under attack
Where your stupid ass been? This bitch square as a box

Stop try'na to send a nigga

And hate on me
And they putting all the blame on me
Disgrace on me
Lord I'm needing of your grace on me
It's games only
They just children playing games
Boy

Here we go again
Same old shit
Tryna play with me
Like I don’t know your tricks
Send that text
Tap tap click
I know that you see that I
Give in to my

It's Okay

Rashad

XXX

2002

enemies
Jump in, not big by their Bent-e-lies
See me in the hood I'm associatin'
With a burner in ya mouth no adosciatin'
Ma carriers it's hilarious, I

from the crypt 
Man knew Devs spits like shells from a clip
Said shut your mouth you can tell I'm the shit 
Fifteen years giving them hell bare hits

all night
With the same real niggas in my life
Spit flames on this mic, pen game nice
Like my drinks on nice. Henny half sprite

Put your glass in

No matter what your thinkin'
Me and Layzie runnin' the game and off the chain, and swangin'
I come ready to blast
Clickin' my pumps smackin' New Jack's

Latino Pt. 2

Chris Rivers

Human

2015

cash from hoes like a sorority
Oh yeah they comin' for your life
I'm comin' for your life
It's bonded, I'm livin' out of spite
You ain't bleed then it

twins)
Four-by-four, big benz, huh (four-by-four, big benz)
You can four-four with big, huh (uh, uh)
Now I got a four-four check, huh (yeah, yeah)
Know

and yet they somehow make you whole
so whats their game
I suppose a rose by any other name
the perfume and the pricks the same

I like to have a man for

twins)
Four-by-four, big benz, huh (four-by-four, big benz)
You can four-four with big, huh (uh, uh)
Now I got a four-four check, huh (yeah, yeah)
Know