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not Tito 
Have a couple babies, now let her get up 
If we prayed and respected by big and the little 
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame 
Get

Down South

C-Loc

Screamin' 4 Vengeance

2007

[Chorus: x2]
This is how we, do it down South
Platinum and the gold, ice in our mouth
Fo's in place, Chi-Town fades
4's or blades, candy sprayed

Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment

get to some pimp playa
Shit on they punk asses, though
You know? Spit that shit, though
Let's go

Ain't no tellin', no tellin'
No tellin' what

Mind yo biz and go get rich
Mind yo business go get rich
Stay in yo lane nigga
Yea yea yea
Sheesh
Yea yea
Yea mind yo biz and go get rich
Get it by

Talking

Chorus-DJ Paul-(8x)
I'd rather die a soldier 
Than nigga live a coward

(Lord Infamous)
Bullets are spittin' alright
I will let

to the those cute, phat, tight, black jeans
Tell you girl you look so phat
I could tell by the way you stare at a playa
I'm a get ya number, Holla at you later

will not leave me alone
All gold BBS, match the wrist, issa don
Big bro love the muzzles, but he don't practice Karon
Watch ya mouth playa, it's out

by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet
Set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a
Whole lot

Fiesta

Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

Make It Reign

1998

Considered drug-dealers because we spark rollies and 

His and hers chillers, I'm a lover not a killer 

So let's just 



Chorus (2x) 



Verse 2:

Fiesta

Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

Make It Reign [Clean]

1998

and hers chillers, I'm a lover not a killer 
So let's just 

[Chorus: x2] 

Ah-yo Gunz, I met this freaky (b****) about a week ago 
In New York, by

When you locked behind them bars
Bruh who gon hold you down
Shit they was all there
When you had it by the pound
Bunch of yes man in ya face
They got

Ima thug
Yea, yea
Cruisin' on the highway about 105
Yea
Back up on my bullshit, they know that I'm a thug
Always keep a hunn, yeah right by my side

an industry copycat
'Cause he fell for the trap by signing a contract
That said
He can only rap about contraband and
One-night stands
He has no choice, but

that need a fix
Keep it 1 thou this as real as it gets
I confess pray to God they forgive
Triple X on my mind it's outta control
Too much to lose Heart,

car, reach in my bag, and grab whatever they put in that motherfucker
two times over

Oh, bro
(Lil on the track)
You got five on your fucking, I got ten

LYRICS – WANT THE FEE

It’s like Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice (It’s So Cold!) [4x’s] Yeah, Yeah
|Hook|
IM ICE LIKE T LIL NIGGA/ FLOW MAKE

Lo traigo so  fresh man Inspired by big pun

First you gotta understand the lirics of the big ones
 
The Real spanglish this is how we do that

to get by
No money in my pocket but I was still fly
Curled to my neck but I got respect
And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex
And oh my

fly (x2) 

Keep a bad bitch right by my side
Gotta get rich, try till I die
Fresh to death, I gotta stay fly
Just to stay fly (x2) 

[Hook] 

Shimmy

Pull up and they sold out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Couple losses ain't

Hook: 
Know Im too smooth know I'm too playa 
I get it easy it's just like a layup I roll it up and get geeked on the wake up 
Today I might flex

spent
Mess around get your guys hit, a ten hut
I send three-six ol' sheeyit, nigga what?
If ya tired, ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up

you say uh what you say nigga you ridin wit me
we on the Eisenhower playa bout ten cars deep
Wood grain in the dash leather on the seat
let the brains