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by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up with JD though, crazy dough
Queens with the So So Def, A T-L's best
(yeah I know)
Every ride up the 9-5,

rubes, these turpentines they in my scent
You know I get it back like Bruce Wayne, way I'm heaven sent (uh)
Told her fix a line and now I mix it up
Mix

Nigga I just came to party
Got a problem, I'll kill

Homie, all that mean mug
Get your face twisted face
Ain't a nigga finna rob me or take shit
Pyrex

orange
And my drink is miller
I pilla
Killa like a killa flick
Lil c style fuckin with tha dpg
Top dogg, big dogg, whateva y'all
Suge knight sure your

whole card
Cause I'm a warrior
Always in the mix
Been a leader
Since a little nigga
Never been a Vic
Game been slick
Nigga hustler by nature
Killer like

I just be doing this shit for the salary
Gotta get to it, in money I'm fluent I gotta be
Mix the assault with the battery
If you not a friend to me

protect (Yeh)
I got a bitch, I'm stuck in her head
It's keeping her dead
It's keeping her dead
It's keeping her dead
It's a drive by you get hit, you get

Go to Church

Ice Cube

Laugh Now, Cry Later

2006

See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler 
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya 

[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] 
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend

How could you ppl sleep at night
You're the same ones
That sought and killed Temia Rice
Mike Brown was in a store
A lil agitated
But you caught him

Like Que Te Pasa
She talking and venting
And telling me all of her problems
She from the DR
But she be up in Bx and Harlem
Smoking on hookah
Mix that

Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
What're your reasons man I probably got like fitty
Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
Mix it with the gross cause

Ain't no luv in my city keep them pipes out
Nigga try to rob we and its lights out
Put that pipe up in his face and watch he pipe down
I ain't no

long
They think I'm playing, but the they wrong
I just want you by my arms
I'll keep you safe you'll keep me calm
I just want you by my arms
I'll keep

of palms
No more wages as expenses, minimized, and so disguised
Make business owned by all of the People
C'mon folks, see the hoax, in the mix, let's make

that's mix and match
Got pounds of weed Lil' P got crack
Not using fists my choppa clap
If the bitch talk back then
The bitch get smacked
Got golden grill

wicked pack
Let's get it off
I can introduce you to that fentanyl
That pure straight drop my feins love it when they hit it raw
Mix it down if they over

in beast mode
Live by the street code, where niggas take your shit like the repo'
The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good (damn)

make'n it rain
Need her by my side
Lil shawty my main
Lil shawty gon ride
And do stranger thangs
She check herself out in the mirror
She work them hips

Different drugs in my body, shouldn't mix them but I do
She just wanna fuck on baby, if I pop a Percocet lil baby I go crazy
She just wanna run away and pay

shayo
Gelato, lato ah, kini mo fe so
Jaye o, shayo
Gelato, lato ah,kini mo fe so
Kini mo fe so
Kini mo fe so

mix by Hcien

to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money

Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up ballin' like Z-Bo
I am connected to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young nigga trapped by the peep-hole
Late

high
Mix the lean with the xans
She my lil lady, she my baby (she my baby)
Her love and shit got me going crazy
(Going crazy)
I been super tired
I just

say who am I

Who you be? Who am I?
The one who's surrounded by the wood
500 wid the ribs stickin' through the hood
Up to no good thats why'd stay