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Bitch wanna fuck blew her back out
High speed chase took the back route
Runnin yo lip giving bad mouth
Like prime Shaq you get packed

Prolly why promoters felt like we didn't deserve to get paid
We were loved by some hated by many
Years pass growing up now, we just met Benny
Fan base

anything ass for the jeans
Bussin out seem bus in more seeds
So much fuckin need a buss for these
She could leave but money guarantees
She gone never not

car in case I get the chance to juug
I'm scoping out the scene I peep the nothing they be doing
In my head I'ma bring my mic and do me some recording

Settle the Score

Lone Catalysts

Hip Hop [Bonus Track]

2000

a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that

Shawty gon' ride me like her body drove
Fresh out that water, she smell like a dove
She bad as hell, but she come out the cold
Pop me a perc and leave your

cos we gotta get that pay
We always leave the radio on, but they never play a song that we want played
Every once in a blue moon, we hear a good tune,

calling her 'delete'
Now it's time for her to leave
She look at me she wrong
She looking like clown
I just wanna get the pound
Now she wanna drip or drown

by the hoes
Now a nigga know Jag finna get that doe cash before I hit that door hit the dro
Hit em with the big bad flow and get x out tic tac toe hit

there's no escaping it
When I'm on the radio man are taping it
I'm gonna keep spitting 'til I
Get a house and a
Car with a bassbox and a face in it
You man

goin' crazy)
Wishin' I get us all out the ghetto
These rap niggas can't see me though they my sons, yeah, I'm a deadbeat
Play little things, 'til Scuba

nd get passed by the less man
I'm on a new save, got the lucky numbers first try, they wish that they guessed em
Only a few made, They say I'm one

Come into my life again love
I'll take you as you are
If you take me far

Away from all the hurt between us
And leave it all behind
And out of my

di generator plug
Diss, dem get shock by di plug
Get buss like car lug
Couldn't you dem call thug
Di plug
220 volt we ah shub
Tell dem fi watch

an acrobat 
I got ODM gear i gotta thank for that 
Made an artifact out of this sacred rap 
And ill be damned if anybody gonna take it back cause

I'ma leave

fucking tragedy track
And leave you in the trash with Glad bags and some battery packs
I'm back back, like a dummy who's been here before
Stunning with

in all the store
Leaves for work when it's still dark out, gets lunch from a drive-thru window
And as always he'll be home by four
It's not the kind

Shoot Niggas

Styles P

Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman)

2007

for the radio, nor for the video
This is for the nigga with his banger by his shitter hole
Comin' out the box crazy bear cause his shit is swole

the clouds
Wash out the flames
Charge into ashes
They shoulder the pain
A dying attempt to be saved
By the brave
By the brave
They fight with their axes, their

Look
The race is not for the swift
Don't get intimidated by the "Taylor's"
In the presence of my enemies thou preparest a table
My haters inna

heavenly notes
To spend on hearing heavenly jokes
And taking breaks for heavenly smokes
They churn out souls and edit out grief
Escorting souls right past

Don't Look Back

Squad Five-O

Bombs over Broadway

Let's get away from here, sometimes I just want to run away
And follow our dreams out of this town and out of this place.
Come on honey, cone on,

bandage
Get ripped like contact lens
Or ripped like a drunk night
Kicked out the club
Roasted by friends
Ripped like a run
In your girl's pantyhose
When you

When I was in the cradle
Momma used to say "Now, baby
Don't ya cry cry cry"
She turned on the radio
And fed me rock and roll
Lullaby-by-by
Well