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Sick- fucks out by 2-3am fa penny play
Stop n they go
Hit em wit love or risk a definitive blow
Jon timberlands golden
Huggin’ the block bank heads born

divas, I got bitches on the side
Puffin smoke, selling dope, at the same damn time nigga
I'm a top dog, I'm looking down
Rolling by the O, we space

mask. That boy a bitch. He got beat with a flask
Fuck all these hoes. Can't love on a bitch. Ditched on two times. You know that's lit
Pinned by the Glock

new drip
Pop out with the gang
And shoot a lil movie
But we toting full clips
They say they 4L and they out in the streets man these niggas aint sold

my wrist hot
We expected competition at the tip top
Didnt know we'd be alone up in this spot
What you know bout drip 'lil drip drop
In the PJ if I want

Hahaha ha
Haha
Ha ha
Lil bitch

She yelling out Carson, that kitty she bargain
We smoke on this garden, we staying in sync
Her back, it be arching, I

to the Lord
Keep a glock and it's right by the sword
Load it up and pop out 'cause I'm bored
No evidence, clear out the storage
Hollow tips a hit his lip, leave

my glock
Bitch it's meezy and bedo you know we on top
Uh
aye aye aye aye
know we on top like tip
Broke on a hoe for a grip told the lil hoe I need

and I’ll do it by my lonely  

Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby  

He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony.  

Want him dead

I'm just rolling through the 601
And time is flying by
I'm just rolling through the 601
And time is flying by
Got knocked down and took some L's
But

Spell Check

Lil' Kim

Allstar Mix, Vol. 9

2006

[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be	-I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since

Spell Check

Lil' Kim

The Naked Truth

2005

[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be	-I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since

allow me
I go by Bis which means 
The second coming musically
cnd Shuttlesworth
Well, let's just say I got game

(Hook)

Everybody wanna know where you

skirtin with the keys missin
Got up on my feet now they sneak dissin
Get a lil cold when the heats missin
Gotta tip toe when they be trippin
Know that its

take me for I can only do what you pay me for
I'm like I ain't trying to save no whore lil thirsty ass bitch better drank a lil water
Bitch what is you

need a lil me time
Chill, like we cruising down the beach side
Chill, feeling the way that we Vibe
Chill, don't need to take a deep dive
Summer nights

lacking got bit by that big dog
Blue tips make him fall like it's fentanyl
Uh uh yeah
I got a bitch from the DR
Put the NOS in a scat that's a street car

We love you sinserely
Told bro, come in, come in plug me in
Lil bro where you been my niggas they bend
Hollow tip rushing might shoot through that

Bia' Bia' 2

Too Short

Crunk Classics [Clean]

2004

frontin' like a - like a

[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get

Bia' Bia' 2 [Bonus Track]

Too Short

Put Yo Hood Up [Clean]

2001

frontin' like a - like a

[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get

Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho

This the art of war to the texture
General Hannibal Lecture
Wherever it's smoke drop a feather
Arrow tip go thru yo leather
You ain't gon see that bow

These niggas, they talk on computers
My niggas be talking with choppas
We wet his ass up, we fill him shells
I call that lil pussy a lobster

Fuck

Let's go and have a bake out
My homies gon' eat fasho
It's enough to go around
Big dog shit like a gray hound
Won't let them put me in the pound
Hope lil