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man
Contaminated in sad predicaments
Blood threats, blastin' continents
Kings, queens dead presidents
Can't tell me where my chiza went
Take em down

Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal

(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…

and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this 
(

Flippin' that turf, have you runnin' and racin'
These junkies my patients, they walkin' and pacin' (what up? What up?)
I had to cook up, had to tell 'em

frenchie , wooh an Flocka too
So if ya wanna test my crew STEP now by yo self boy You gone need HELP 
Desert eagle under my BELT Mac 90 double clip or Flare

Shake That

Eminem

Vinyl LPs

2015

that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
God
I ain't leavin' without you, bitch
Comin' home with me
And my boy

that follow me
And you know, Westside, right on time
Tell 'em hoes kudos eastside, right on time
They don't fuck with you though
When my hood getting

and you ain't writing shit if I ain't read it, I'm high as ever
Bitches tell me stick em like they're diabetics and my flow's cold, they call it cryogenic

to the old me

Sugar coated no koolaid 
Whats my name know its too late 
Why he drop it got that new you 
Im like soulja boy hit em with the you 
Rockaway 
Now

hoe can brag
Back pocket of my denims is what hold the rag
Yeah he walk wit a limp he got that soulja swag
Imma hit the block if the racks low
If

Loud

Tech N9ne

The Gates Mixed Plate

2010

on a nigga cause a nigga gotta a little bit of cloud boy
Shit talk shit down anyways
So turn my music up and
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth BOY

[Chorus]

on the wall the beetle crawled by
Daddy was a gambler

A mean chip off the old block
Look him in the eye and book 'em
Look him in the eye and turn away
Look him

she in love with a dope boy
And she ain't worried 'bout them other hoes, old boy Mike got one
Don't be ashamed of the projects shawty, let 'em know

They like cap you out yo top
I want head
I feel like I'm Soulja boy
Hopping out my bed
Like hop up out my bed
Turn my swag on
Let a nigga try to take

Tune get back
Come on! Yeah, D5 motherfucker!
It's Tunechi Jr bitch!
Pops, lemme go ahead and get 'em one time
Ya heard me? Hol' up!

Turn my

superstitious, no lie
Check, run it
No broke shit in my life, naw
No broke shit in my life

I tell you no lie
I be everywhere you go, guy
Over here every

I'm saying my graces, I'm bout to eat all of ya,
Soulja Boy Tell Em I'm a one man orchestra.
Instructional videos on you tube, 
So I can teach you how

tell 'em how
We do it in the NY)
Hey hey yeah your boy stay fade
Higher than you sire, yes that's how I stay
About to blow fast you could
Call it Minute

business
And if I had my fifteen minutes, I must have missed 'em

Twenty years old is when I came in the game
And now it's eight years on and you

to Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightnin' strike
And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking
I'm a born titan and at-point kill 'em like

You Gotta Start off Each Day With a Song

Bing Crosby

The Radio Years, Vol. 2

1987

you'll be a go-getter
Now the way that you shake my hand
Will tell me how I stand
Now isn't it better to go through life with a smile and a song
Then

bitch sluts shoot ‘em in the face out my dicc hole 
I'm a big man not a lil boy 300 pound nicca 6'4”

Bitches in my ear askin' for a favor turn em down

know I never won't.
Shawty told me I turn her on cuz I won't never let her close.
Coming up boy I been a Soulja!
I can't never let up.
Shout out mama she

ain't talking bout Cho's, stop wasting my time, tell em stop hitting my phone
Had to go put on a fit to step out the crib, had to turn my swag on
Had