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a ho short from a pimp
With the gangsta walk limp
I tossed up the hat by the Raiders
Now I'm crocodile and alligator
Tryin to get my paper, man, they say

mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth

(Yo, Zay, what up?)
(Census, what you cookin'?)

My heart beat faster when I'm fucked up and don't care about nothin'
Let's make a disaster

this)
I get more

Five bands off one boat, spend all that on one coat
Five niggas, that's one throat bout to face fuck this dumb ho
Bustdown spend

rap what I live
So they know it's legit
Used to keep a eight ball with
My ho on the year
Where you goin' Blood? We hangin' out
Brang 'em out

tryin to raise they mind
Bucktown, USA
(BUCK TOOOOOWN) - Boogie Down connect
Yo Buck, what the fuck they gon' say?

Who cares! They want that pop shit

I Wanna Fuck Your Mama

Willie D

Play Witcha Mama

something to eat
I know the bitch freaky, yo check it
Cause every time I see her
She walking around half-naked
I'm checking out her underwear
And when she sit

Ain't No Sunshine

Pastor Troy

We Ready - I Declare War

1999

marry money 'cause money's a faithful bitch
If it ain't one thang its ten more so fuck another
Surrounded by undercovers everytime they see they sucker
My

Yeah, uhhuh
Yo, yeah
Uh

Flossin' up at Harry Rosen
I stacked fifty last week, I'm 'bout to spend a portion
Never divorcin' with this life so

Walk in the building, now, all the pretty bitches tug me
Her hair got caught on my chain when she tried to hug me
Found out I hit his ho, he see me

Terror Squadians

Terror Squad

Rush Hour [Original Soundtrack]

1998

the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till

start by gettin' busy
Tell my lawyer, "Go and get it," got a quarter on it, cash
And shit I be in the 'burbs, still'll thump a nigga ass
Bring my pipe

And ate by Mr haley litter Life is the gang
It's that shit that we bang
Let's play an Odd game, it's called "Bitch
You Better Run" (Awoo)
When those Odd

Iverson
Sex women like vitamin 
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
(Get ready)

Crossing paths like I'm Iverson
Sex women like vitamin
No strings

yeah, yeah)
He ain't no ho (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit you in your nose (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas got no hope (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Run me my dough (yeah,

at sixteen (sixteen)
He flexin' his money, we know that he broke (know that he broke)
Dick in her mouth, NLE throat coat
He pressed by the girl that fuckin'

Who's the Man

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers

What Part of the Game

McGruff

Destined to Be

1998

You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem

to fold, what I'm spending is old
But I still'll mack a chick and tell a pigeon like "Yo"
(We getting money over here)
Fix ya face ho, why, cuz I say so
What

the motherfuckin' K
How I was raised, that's the way
And you live by this shit, then you die by the same
I ain't trippin', puttin' half on the Jane
I'm gettin' good

causin', ain't no pausin'
Ain't enough gauze and the holes in yo' logic
The optics work like an oxtail, and everything's gravy, you crazy?
Roll up

R-B-O GS9 (ayy)
Ayy, buddy, what the fuck is up, yo? (Ayy, ayy, ah-ah-ah)
Heard you talkin' on that dead ass nigga (ah-ah-ah, huh?)
Oh, man, you

They out on they block, we 'bout to slide by
Soon as you spot yo' man, hop out, walk 'em down
This ain't no fuckin' drive-by (fuckin' drive)
War time,

Pass It Off

Shyheim

Universal-Inside Tracks 12.1: Black Music Month

1994

traps like a ho
Which means I'm baggin bitches, my rhymes is gettin fatter
I dropped a lyrical bomb, why'all seem to scatter

You talk and chit