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there was an issue, we'll get down and solve it

This is real life, nigga, this ain't GTA
You say you hooping, you're balling, but this is not 2K

I'm

Ghetto Cowboy

Mo Thugs Family

Chapter II: Family Reunion

1998

of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to 
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for

you the plug and you owe him?
Smoking on cook by the farm
Everything we do abnormal
100K when we performing
Bitch, ain't no game, we been going in

Yeah yeah
Peaks and valleys my heart can erupt
You're no longer here to call on
I fill up my cup
And that's one cup, two cup
Three to make the song

hear the sound
Victory horns as we conquer new ground
Partner with the local
C3 in our town
Team starting to grow
Into something so profound
Life's good

Stan [Live At 43rd Grammy Awards]

Elton John

Curtain Call: The Hits

2005

so bad

Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I

it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans

Stan

Dido

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans

me out, bitch, I'm Boog
Mr. Pop My Shit, Baby (ayy, ayy)
Let's get this understood (aye aye aye)
Rich as fuck for good, new bitch toxic, pussy good

make pa, trase sa yo efase'l a 2 k.
Malgre sa map lage bon bout rap tankou bonm.
Sa se donm, gen sak pap esepte my time is on.
3 fèy 3 rasin o... 
Sa kap

you gay
I'm sick of playing games
Like the 2k
I'm in number 9's 
So I'm feeling great
My life jeopardized
I put it at stake
Eating good got a lot on my

Song lyrics : NOBODY LIKE U

Written by MR 2K

Verse: 1
Bad girl when I saw ya, u know that I want u, call me the destroyer , like Castro I wont hurt

a tooth
Might hit some hoes just by the two

Neef without no money
Like a tree without the roots
Li Hoe I'm dripping
Damn splashing
In the stu hoe imma

the person I don't love
I try to stay by God but damn my soul is crushed
The thing I ain't want to do is turned into a must 
F**k what you think, look at me in

like you snortin 



Lost my homie heavy damn that shit hurt

Lost my homie Josh damn that shit hurt

Burn me up like ashes fuck being in the dirt

it a damn factory
I'mma need a V2 rocket, on a killing spree
Ain't no one controlling me, balling just my Destiny
Runnit, runnit
Runnit, runnit
Run it

By Twelve than carried by six
You gotta run real hard to style like this
I got my Gucci on and it match my kicks
It's Mr PoloSport XL type fit
I told

what the fuck? You bitch, you jake, you fake
You off the grid, your face decay
I shoot yo' limbs, my K, two dicks, I got two twins (ayy)

'Cause I'm

I get girls wey dey ask me for two k
Urgent two k
So I sing song with Mr. Two Kay
Put am on replay make them receive the two k
Wetin my eye don see

give a damn take it to the parking lot now it five o’clock pick a thot to take her to the spot or Waffle House stop by the store cigar load now we

performing my tunes
Fresh off a heart break a bounce back sounded good
By the end of July
The internship was over and my only coworker in the mall stopped

Goodie Bag

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

suit, no tie
Niggas ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo'
You leavin' the hotel 254

Today was good to me, I went to the Goodwill
With the ten

the air, I'll kiss you back
With the wind, I'm a whisperer
I hear all girls want is a good listener
Well, I got two biggest ears on the frickin' earth

Err, come on 
brr
What? What?
Brr
Ayo, ayo (err)

I'm in the hood (ah), eighty k house, million dollar neck (uh-huh, ah)
Shot off two hundred