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with your folks
See, I'm poppin' in real life
Was never into jokes
Into straight facts B, tech with the timbo's
It's fuck what you sayin', sprayin' raid

No Way Out

Bloods & Crips

Bangin on Wax

1993

If you say Crab I say killa
Fool, I'm bangin' 24-7 now will the
Niggas with heart - to be one of the few
Tell that dusty-ass Crabs
Just what they

to spit on this track
And there aint no coming back
Yea this Scott style Ent
You know what I mean
LJ
Youu niggas don't know what it is
But I'm about to show

dick, she a real fiend
I done hit the bitch and left her alone, say I'm real mean
Yeah, say I'm real mean
Stop playin'
Niggas fake, gotta watch for what

dawg & he knows what I gots to offer
im tired of mothfuckas wanting my shine
see whats mine is mine & whats yours is still mine
truth hurts with mixed

Always official i own what i bought
Niggas aint with it, they all about talk
Woofing at me they get walked like a dog

No smoking we ain't developing

that's cap
Wake up everyday count up these dead's
You know I'm a vet know how to play it
And I'm bussin' scripts you want these meds
And I know you won't

in my data
See you later, never be a hater, different type of player
Riff Raff, Now and Later Gators when I bring the flavor
When I'm sprayin' better

Uh-huh
A.c. Is the motherfuckin' diva (yeah)
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, ayo

I'm screamin', "Fuck bitches" (fuck bitches)
"Titty-fuck

Fish Head Stew

Mac Dre

Rapper Gone Bad

1999

beam with black talons and that extended clip
Quick to do some sprayin, so nigga, watch what you sayin
You'll get your show cancelled like Keenan

distressed, don't need all that excess
Rick on me look fresh, I'm not tryna impress
Don't know what she saying but I think it's kinda fire
Made it through

a Days Inn
I bet you got roaches, that's why you be sprayin'
Bitch you hella broke, that is all I'm sayin'
Yeah I get silly, but no, I ain't playin'
I'll

in
Alright, let's go get this money then, nigga
We bust through the door and start sprayin'
I'm screamin' out loud, they can't hear what I'm sayin
Hit

Why would he know
Why would he know
Why would you go
Why would you go
I'm out here late night
Trying to get to it
Trying to better myself
Do what I

pregnant
I swear I pulled out
I know I came on the couch
Next time
I'll just nut right by your eyes
So you can see it isn't mine
I don't know what you're

coming at you these people I'm slaying
Still listening to this song
Wallet open bitch you still paying so what else you got to say
Got the champs on my

You can't hide, you can't run
Remember to always be true, no matter what you do
I want it, I never front it, I got my whole crew life on it
Think

and I'm makin' that heat
Come on the rec'
What the fuck is a sneak diss?

You a lil' bitch ass nigga (Huh)
If you get locked up, know you gon' tell
You

a foreign nation and state of humiliation 
So though I always trust in God no matter what I'm facin' 
The fear of death is near, and so real that I can taste

Let's Ride

Eightball & MJG

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

green love controllin' what I'm speakin' 
Sprayin' niggas leavin' niggas layin' up leakin' 
For weeks and weepin' from my grim reapin' realiwin' 
Mj

I get a word
I promise hе'll off him
Three bitches just jumped me
Yeah that's a foursome
What the fuck I'm hatin' for
Man I'm doing awesome
From

Uptown

Turk

Baller Blockin [Clean]

2000

kind of weather act a fool wit the diseal
Brotha and Bear look my niggas be thugged out
Quick to run up in yo house and clear everybody out
Know what I'm

Christmas
Shea butter kisses
Baby oil glisten like I’m Miss Johnson
I’m oiled up tryna to grab on 
Hand slipping, ass is the only thing he puts hands on
What

hittin' bars

I see that joker ass nigga lurkin' by my car
Look like he keyin' up my shit Now it's time to go hard
How you feelin'? How you feelin'? I'm