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Trey Stax
Stick em up Stax
Yea ummm

Can't tell you what I'm finna be
But I'm from Hyde Park ten a key
I mastermind this industry
Now cut the check

Scratchin and I'm crawlin till I rise up to the top everyday
Make a dollar out of 15 but not the honest way
Motivated by the money and I heard

Fucking on this new vibe
She get finer by the day
She wanna call me bae
But I told her call me Tae
Young lit nigga
Stay down til you boss up
Backstab da

of thinkin'
In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck
About me, you, or nobody else
And it's cool
I'm still livin' over East
We still chillin', sippin'

to

Verse 6 (King Tee)
Its King Tee let's see if I still got it
Trifling all up in your shit out of pocket 
Stop it
Crossing out your reasons and your logic

Jason, scars like Kruger
I'm gon' dance with the devil with my suit on
Hit licks like King Von, sing like Trey Songz
No one needs to know what I've been

a panty-droppa' like I’m Trey Songz (Ooh-yeah)
Matter fact, just pull ‘em to the side, side
.223 on my hip
23’s on my feet
23 Times you stabbed my back, I’m not

curvy
My bitch so curvy
Top me up in the whip
Got me leaning and swerving
Almost wrecked the Suburban
I'm with all of that
Shoving dick in ya bitch
She go

ain't over
I bend her over
Downward facing dog, doing yoga
Be straight up with me baby, you got to tree pose it
Namaste here on me, pussé same color

(Gorilla on the track)
(G&B)
Yeah, uh-huh, boom
Where the fuck my cup at?
(Uh) uh, B Don, pass me that right there, yeah
Ayy, yeah, look

Black & Brown

Xzibit

Full Circle

2006

[Xzibit]
Wassup? We need to talk
Let me light my backport
(lights up)
(exhales)
That's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black

Shit's crazy i just wanna be based
Shouts out to Drake and Trey Songz

Yeah, Drake, I fuckin' feel you
I've been grindin' in the hood
Since I can't

me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greens
Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was

trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you

turnt up, I'm right here
You do me wrong I might turn to a nightmare
Limitless visionary on the rise fear no one but God in my mind when I'm pissed off,

We love you Nyron!
Yeah hey ayy I just woke up off a pill I'm geeked (We love you Nyron!)
She told me her new man from the streets
Said she a Vegan

Rolling opps up 

Boy I smoke on da loudest 

They didn’t wanna believe me

Now they checking the mileage 

They can tell that I been Riden hard No

your eyes
Burning lust we won't survive
Trey Songz, I'm a dive
Sugar water in them thighs
Baby why you playing games you know my pimpin never dies
Cause

Steady Dippin'

Bloods & Crips

Bangin' On Wax: Greatest Hits

1996

one (damn, she got ??)
Mackin to the skunk and let her ride shotgun
Roll by the park
And check the niggaros
Straight-up Crips and ??? G rolls (what's up

Ballin'

Spice 1

The Black Bossalini (a.k.a. Dr. Bomb from Da Bay)

1997

with your cash
Mobbing I mash out, you ass out
Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse
Because you don't know me like you think you do, I'm

ain't matter much
'Cause all our conflicts with each other blow to ash and dust
Got me scratchin' through my scalp to ask if I'm enough
Or maybe I'm

tryna progress the team
Eventually
Level up its destiny
Why you still question me?
Feel like police right next to me
Losing my sleep but I'm focused

and still die conscious
Feeling really good and still I'm nauseous
In the booth inside my walk in closet
You feel me man?
Paraplegic by far my number 1 fans

chicks
Them cats they be runnin' they lips
Worried to death am I still in the Clipse
Well, here's a secret bout me and the Clipse
Even in my absence I'm