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you know got a cutlass 
It's Where everybody don't play bout respect
Don't touch em 
Some people might just get to bucking 
Clayco Where the little kids

boy, say I won't

Ah man I believe you, but this tommy gun don't
Get the fuck up off my property
Send shots to your dome
But the glock I don't hold

shit on the book 
Know I’m saying like a nigga could tell you going through it 
Let me gone head and get you out get you out yo zone you know what I’m

A Kiss

Bad Meets Evil

Hell: The Sequel

2011

I'm a gigolo so you know
I'm always on the go
I don't got no time to slow down for no relationshit
Drop the P and add a T
Yeah, you can get mad

lifers',
See opps just like bowling,
We see em we strikin',
These niggas don't like me
But wanna be like me,
These niggas be bitches,
Can tell they be dykin'

'em, get it
Yo, yo

Yo, the old lady said this shooter was 5'6
And she don't know, how he got away with 5 of them bricks
Across the street a group

Domestic Violence

E-40

Chase the Cat [Clean]

2001

overprotective
E'ry chance you get, you slack bruh

Domestic violence, she got you whylin'
Do yo' thang, I don't understand how you get mad
'Cause you fuck around

em get to U
Very viscous with this
There is nothing they can do
Uncoordinated dude
Niggas be on funny moves
Never been petty I always valued

believe my ears
And what everybody's sayin'
And boy I'll tell you, folks don't know the half
I would give it all up, just to take one ride

(With you)

Interlude 5

Lauryn Hill

MTV Unplugged No. 2.0

2002

everybody could just exhale, let your belly out, you know, and chill. You know. But people get mad at me when I say, Look, let's stop frontin'. And I'm

got connects up in them cells I can get u bitched by yo bunkie
It's good I'm out the trap but man  I really miss my junkies
Hoes lyin on my dick bitch u

like I be on my Chief shit, (Yeah)
Whole squad pullin’ up when I need ‘dem, (Oh)
Don’t switch on me boy, why you tweakin’?
Homie turns fake just to get

Goodies

Petey Pablo

Goodies

2004

goodies, boy, are not
Just for any of the many men that's tryna get on top
No, you can't call me later
And I don't want your number (nah)
I'm not

boy dreams I got dope boy dreams
He supposed to pray to god
But his faith in his choppa
Back against the wall
Feel like nobody can stop em
Same way that

high like a roofie
Shit got me flying I’m woozy
You liking on me girl I see you looking
Won’t you come by get to fucking you stupid

Shawty dont you

Oh ya!
Imposters! (Sus Boi)
They can't be this awesome!
Nate told me to get em
Said don't worry boy I got em
So I line em up, I shoot em down
I don't

know I'm going to hell, Cuz all I spit is fucking heat
STEP BACK
GET BACK
BITCH MOVE
Fuck the police we don't abide by rules
Love Bob the builder, Cuz he

‘Cause you man like what he's seeing
Don't be mad ‘cause when I walk these boys be breathing
And they panting and they staring and these -- breathing
I'm

school? I make more than a teacher
I do what I want, you do what is cheaper
Your girl or my pockets, tell me what’s deeper
Get the fuck off the mic, lil boy

Kids today i just don't trust em
When I have mine I'm a
Make him speak in rhymes
He'll think that it's custom
I'll tell him that he's
Muslim every

subzero to scorpion
And finish em with this blue flame
That I created from a dark phase
Don't star gaze at a black hole and get voided out
Then feel da void

tryna catch a vibe
You get it if you ask for it
Just keep it real don't tell no lies
Once I peep the plot and see the hate
I get to cuttin' ties
That

Sound Off

Slaughterhouse

SlaughterHouse

2009

shit alongside I, the apparent head
I am the general, bow now
Fuck saluting!
I don't really think y'all niggas get it
Run up on your with a army it is

a check (I just ran it up)
3Bandx on go and he fucked yo hoe (And he fucked yo hoe)
Shots be coming out that pole, boy better get low (Boy you better get