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out wit a particular crew
I hate crowds the observer
Money and murder the hood praise it
I was raised in it, early age
Was presented with the ultimatum

Macks at the gate
So real, not fake, hanging at the lake
Walk in head high, don't give a fuck
Eyes probe, walk by, led fly, you duck
We sip top chef, bees

blinded by love, couldn’t see the lust in ‘em
Chorus 2x's
Its no need to rush girl (Take yo time)
When the rain is gone just know the (Sun gon’ shine) take

the highest yack
Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks
Bizarre snaps like a fire crack
And my palm more stickier than spider back
Eyin' my eye, a Mack

high before
Red Wine
Baby Fine
Shorty eyes was low
And when I put on that Sade
Merlot by fireplace
I kick up my feet and I mack a hoe
Might slap a hoe

a ten sack a weed
And we can have a good night (Aye)

It's me myself and I said we gonna be just fine
Take one glimpse right into yo eyes
Looking away

been felt the envy and the hate staring at my face
Who cares? Bang the bass, and chill wit the ladies
Tens, thousands, nineties, eighties
My sound

my business
And I ain't killing em really but making a Killing by talking and making em listen
They know I stay in my lane
They pushing the pedal

away, but keep your eyes peeled
See my future is on stage, that's just the way I feel
And I trust my gut
Put my life out in these bars
Take the game,

eyes can see, cuz there could be
Much more in store, so listen carefully

As I brainstorm, but never in the same form
Honey, I got more tricks than James

the long kind extendo
This chick I'm with get it in yo
She said she love it when I cum in
Her face it make her skin glow
I like the girl cuz she like
Girls

Since I was young, been a mufuckin' mack, yeah
Long live Jack
Catch me a opp, put a bitch in the past
Money on his head, I ain't worried 'bout that
Give

And she Inlove w my smile

And she say I'm never sober
U can tell my by eyes

10 racks inna booksack
Plus 5 racks in my pocket

I'm feeling 2 chains
I'm

it in your eyes.. niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive.. I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right.. they get it upon sight
If ya

I
Have you ever looked a real
Killer in they eyes
And survived when niggas drive
By letting them fly

You a real pimp tell me
What that make yo wife

out wit a particular crew
I hate crowds the observer
Money and murder the hood praise it
I was raised in it, early age
Was presented with the ultimatum

Love Ya Moms

Capone

God's Favorite [Clean]

2002

pop's did
I love you mommy forever

[Chorus: x2]
Love your moms and hate the streets
Love your moms and hate the heat
Love your moms while she

ezz enuff (3x)
Enuff ezz enuff ezz enuff ezz enuff
(Are we gonna get some seriousrapping in here)
Yo! I'm loadded up son with the second episode
So try

Verse 3

Comin thru doors, steel toes, fo-fo's

Layin down niggas, and keep yo eyes closed

We grab them pesos, you plickin yo brango

Killas in kangols,

or late
Don't wanna fade go to the gate

Where eyes open up souls have fate and shine
Whitout shades the sun in gold never leaves alone
A gangstar code love

Let's Talk About

Eve

Let There Be Eve...Ruff Ryder's First Lady

1999

about who I am
Blond bee, find me in the hood with my peoples
Love y'all, hate the rest of y'all that I can see through
Above that, I can't feel

Twist trees like Mack truck it done hit me
The hand itch be scratched for 50
40 at the worst, the other 10 on the first
Of the month, love blunt
Smoking

the penthouse
Got robbed for my stash
Ten in shops, got the whole block
Fort like Knox, coldest shit right here
100 Grand sitting in the backseat right there

Kylie
X got my eyes on high beam
I do see life through widescreen
Only real ones on my team
Way too blown
Way too gone
I'm in the sky
I'm in the stars