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the strips, I'm too P, slidin' by myself, never too deep

Cause niggas is snitches talk like these bitches, man, they ass is goofy
Can't get lined by a thot,

In lovin' memory, R.I.P., he took the whole round
808, this bitch be stressin' me, I might need the whole pound

Ayy, I'ma try to speed up, she gon'

in the field most of time
Lordette of the ghetto, they must have a shrine

Hallelujah, what it do? Yeah
If you want it gotta bust a move, yeah
If

have something I'd like you to see
Fly with me
Fly with me
I don't really have a broom
I have a fife

You'd have to ask my wife
About the fife
I don't

face
Then made me write a whole fucking essay
On how I'll never make it, and present it the same day
It's all good, all good
Now I'm red carpet, this

Not Yet Free

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

"Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans"

In this land I can't stand or sit 
and not get shit thrown up in my face 
A brotha never gets

ain't it?
You should have seen Katy's face
With confusion and anger duplicating
I was standing in front of
An unarmed group of tanks
Who only know how

ridin around wit the 40
Hold bout 38
My aim it be great
And I'm never late
Send one to yo face
Then head back to base
Now that's a closed case
Ain't have

Swang

Trae

Hood Classics: South

2010

Up affiliator strictly rollin' red
Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
I've been watched by parole, task force, and by the feds
'cause they

the fee
I'm too nice of a person I have done enough shit for free
Call me WWE cause I feel like I'm too raw
Hitting ha from the back with no condom yea I'm

the coke in the room
Big facts
Moved in for the pig skins by the ten pack
Passed out on that floosie too with no percocets, you still went back
No pillow

Line it up, A to Z
We don't need to have a talk
We don't need apologies
I'm a fucking prodigy
Y'all a joke, comedy
Hoe got fucked out by a pimp
You not

of songs people really feel shit" told me he was proud and took a blunt to the face and I said
"I feel like this rap shit ain't working, no money coming in

fade away slowly
Big wood to the face like
A nigga by his lonely
Never listen to what the bitch say
That's word to all my homies
Big Glocks big chops

became the goat when I was fuckin' born
0-4-0-3-9-2
And I'm only 5'7 but my gun is 5'2
It's Red Lyfe 'til I die, but my jewelry sky blue
I don't need

(Hey)
Let's go rest more get slowed
I'm like 'f hoes they mentored I'm petroed
Get blowed by your girl like red nose
And every single day I'm catching

(Hey)
Let's go rest more get slowed
I'm like F hoes they mentored I'm petroed
Get blowed by your girl like red nose
And every single day I'm catching

bout' nigga scram
Nigga hollin' on the ground Might catch her up and then I face him

Two grinds and wrote this album Baby Joe, make him eat his maker

boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)

Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm

on the wrong block
Heard that yo boy hot, new shit he just dropped
It ain't what it is homie that shit it gon flop
I get what I please, stay on Q's and P's

of sinners baby I'm a Cole album 
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds

U Love 2 Hate

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate

Cuz these niggas wanna take my life away
Many men, want my name next to R.I.P
So I gotta keep a glock by me
Like a chick that bitch my side piece
30

Foul

Chipmunk

Transition

2011

of things have changed since back in the days
The best chat-up line I got now is my face
One man soldier, I'm in my own lane
So be beatin' me's impossible