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get this drip out the mail
I do it for footage you shop off the shelf
(I do)
All by myself
Bitch my name start ringing bells
(Yea Yea)
Wooh I’m ready

I ain’t bout to type you what I’m gon’ do
(What I’m gon’ do)
I’mma see you when I see you
(Yeah, yeah)
You be on live, trying to get noticed
I’mma

the 4
OTN4L nigga you know them my bros
Vc ah drop a nigga from the roof
Fuck a pull up we shootin from the booth
D3 ah hang a nigga by a rope
Lilo ah

you can look
Gotcha mind blown, diamond bling, like the Math cook

Powder bluff, like a ten speed, cut by the same rookie
Running to it, like

That boy be flexing money, mask up, you know it ain't shit to go hit a lick
I hop out with that rod man I put it on God, they ain't never before seen no

Learned some things just ain't better new
Learning bout love by losing you

Now I'm fine just sitting in silence
Cause I'm finally learning to love myself

back 
All my life been waiting for a sunrise

But seeing you I feel like in heaven
Can't be ready for a beautiful person
You know that you're what I want

Decline

Lil Baby

True 2 Myself

2019

my side, I hope you're ready to ride
Can't do this many times
You my bride, but you stick by me every time
Always staring, nigga acting funny, he

oh why
Fed up by these criminally given of dimes
While others get fucked by the drugs in a line
You don't see it in 'em
But the souls are out their

twaught
And that ain't even a lot
If you wit me then you riding
Count these hunnads while i wheel
Living good without uh deal
Ima fuck her til she shake

me, I'm reaching
But when I be speaking, just know that shit from the heart
I fucked with you from the very start
She don't play by the rules since he

blamed
Don't call me by my real name
Call me daddy and I'll call you babe
You get what you want
Tell me when you don't
There ain't no time to be ashamed

it leakin
On it like microphones jump in it and have you singin

Ready to make you holla
She grabbing me by my collar
Nigga gon make u feel it she say

someone round me is clutching
Touch me I'm uppin deception is lethal
Book smart as hell pay attention I'm teaching
Street smart for real you ain't slick I

My diamonds, they seasick
Only let WaterByG make you sick, sick
Glock with a .30, extensions called dick, dick
Located our opp, and made his ass

40 & C-Bo

E-40

'Til My Casket Drops

1998

strap in drawers, ready for war, push up
On the side of your Ford Explorer and start dumpin' through the doors
We realers, with so much scrilla can you

brudda Tezzy on my side
I know he ready to blow
And don't you tell me you gone ride
If you ain't ready to go
Aye I was hurting felt alone I needed you
I

What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it yea

What's up with me and you though
What's up with it
O la ti me and you

you ain't got the energy
My flow is too sick bitch, you ain't got the remedy
Nah, little boy used to wakin' up with the bed wet
Retire, your career

A Trip Out of Town

Busta Rhymes

Anarchy

2000

niggas be eating pasta but they love zucchini
Rocking valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em

hittin' me

Y'all hold it down, I'll be back through here in a minute

(Sho ya right)

We serve it raw or ready to chop

(Sho ya right)

You get every damn

Ready for War

B-Legit, Mac Shawn, Harm

Westside Riderz, Vol. 1

1998

lil EZ told me
Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original
Mono why mono ain't no subliminal Hey
When I regime in fatigues we ready

thru
I can tell by how you looking at me now
You wish you woulda let this money change you
But you ain't know I would be who I am now
When you left you

Singing The Dramatics and playing with ready rock
Usually it seem like he waiting to catch a drop
You're clinging to his habits, he saving you from a spot