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Shake Zula, the mic ruler, the old stooler, you wanna trip, I'll bring it to ya
Spotlight, yeah, I'm on top, rock you like a car, they say, nigga,

money
Gettin' longer
Bitch I drink Ciroc my plug drink Corona
Speedin' through my city on that dough
It's an eye for eye
Nigga bust at me I'm bustin back

a plumber
These cold sweats up in the night, the got my dripping like its summer
I sip this brown up out the bottle
It make me shift just like a throttle

kids, fed drugs by the doses
Follow me like Moses
Gold-ish brown like toast is
Stick to me like post-its, Rub it in like lotion
Motion of the ocean

bout opinions of a Nigga (Yeah)
Cause ain't no other Nigga trying make me richer (Run that bag up)
Now girl you working with some ass, yeah
Yeah, you

a big boy like Luscious Left Foot
That's why I Love You 3000 she got that Sleepy Brown
My ex was blinded by love but I hope she see me now
Like C.B, Busta

Blazed up. Its another night another devil
Tryna take me down but see I'm on another level
The gold watch, like oh god, im so hot
Keep paper chasin

too me (CAW!)
Some ah dem now swear seh dem gorgeous (YEA!)
Some are now some walking cyborg jus (AHH!)
June she black now she brown August (WHA DAT?)

(of the day)
But I was struck by blurry fate
Thought I never would touch the clouds (touch the clouds)
Can't let this pessimism permeate
Hang tight baby

and smiles quite bright
Got no guns nor crimes
Still a gang we friends thats right
Bonded by blood, nah
Bonded by love, yeah,yeah
Nobody knew each other
Until

a flame, throw up, but you know that I be flamin' shit
Best believe by yourself, you got your life or will we take it
I ain't got this gun for nothin', run

don’t love

I don’t always say it but by my actions how I show love

Loved by couple sweet ones that’s probably what got em salty

Yo weed liquor vibes in

never acknowledged
Between me and chris i got iller since talking
I'm back in the center i do when i want and
If i go away its by choice not yo option

the benefits, cars, we dealing em
Don't bring groupies to the hood we killing em
Just to see our numbers grow faces we run them slow
So we can see, up under that

shedding skin
With trials and tribulations I can't give em evidence
Niggas had to run from 12 and it just gave us fashion tips
I never had rip jeans until I

and shake[00:42.45]All them boys be opps[00:44.13]Get caught by the cops[00:45.39]Slap your face chris rock[00:46.77]Driving by spin the block[00:48.18]Guns be blazing we

it everyday we battle in this life we living this sin
My vision getting shallow and I feel these walls they closing in
Everyday we struggle we still

Let me run the bath
Would you like it plain or bubbles?
I will cook a nice meal
Rice, peas and chicken
Finger licking oxtail
I’ve got some plantains

on some gas that’ll give you protein
I can’t trust these niggas I be thugging by myself
Bitch I’m big lane I can’t put it on the shelf
On to bigger things I

with not being caught by police
Was running hot
Like a crap's player on a streak
When you hit it, you just run with it
He always told me
We had so much

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

Not When You Get Down

Aceyalone

Hip Hop and the World We Live In

2002

day
I hope you like it

[Chorus]
Roses are red, and violets are blue
Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you
Boogers are green, and doo-doo is

at Ruth Chris
Trade to trade the Stang for some new shit
Had ya thang came by for some new dick
And, I don’t really like to put it in my music
But, I swear

Bumpy Bring It Home

Freddie Foxxx

Industry Shakedown

2000

said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin' it, doin' it, sayin' it
Rollin by my motherfuckin' self with my burner cocked slayin' it
And I ain't seen