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Paper Chase

Tung Twista

Picture This

1996

a one-too-many free packs
Come check your ho to see I'm a G
I-get in a sick dream
Paid to pick teams in a room full of dick fiends
Much love to thugs who sacrifice

way too busy making moves
I got sick of simply making due
Greater gang gang those my goons
Give us the loot, Give us the loot
Cause I’m a bad boy, baby

Gang! Down real official and pure das how we give it up
Drop niggas wassup...wassup? wassup? DROP!
Down real official and pure das how we give it up

that I'm motherfucking sick
No one really give a shit though
But dammit it's time to go change that
Want the fifth to get rich, up the gang's racks
I

She calling me daddy you Know that she love it

I f*** that bitch in
The back of the Porsche
She calling me daddy you Know that she love it

I f*** that

It ain't got enough horses 
We ain't drinking by the liter we jus divi up da portions 
Flow sick like a fever cheat on me I'll beat her 
Nah I'm playin

Southside

Lil Scrappy

Coach Carter

2005

the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali

Lay Low [DVD; Live]

Snoop Dogg

The Jamaican Episode [CD/DVD]

2009

be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick she

Lay Low [DVD]

Snoop Dogg

The Jamaican Episode [DVD]

2009

be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick she

It's no cap under this wiggy
Ain't no love bitch, I'm gritty
Bitch I did this for Chicago 'cause I'm putting on for my city, gang

than a Boosie live and we got scams
Probably more than a Bible of 'em
Get gassed up by yo gang
You gon' die because of 'em
All my niggas masked up like
I

the picture get clearer by everyday
And everyday, Lazy Lizzle gettin money, gettin paid
(Tjiia)
And where I'm at is where I'm is
Makin Money, doing big shit,

Intro:Tat Face 

B DOT JONEZ! Whats Happening Homie?! Microphone Jones Get Em!


Verse 1: B Jonez

Sick Of these niggas 

I just been grinding

showed up just by myself
I had to let them know I'm the one
I
I'm the one who yah
Nobody can come against me
I'm from the hood no cable family unstable
Ran

mouse touch
Slicky whip that wrist and make a motherfucking ounce jump
Wetto make a bitch play hard to get and get her mouth fucked
Sick motherfucker,

just playing
Your family I meant it
My brother I love you
My loyalty’s endless
But battling me
And realizing you lost
Man do you need a hug
Cuz this here

Pain in my hurt heart
Hurt my soul
Whole half month I ain't been back home
Walking through hell & a young nigga fell by myself
That's why I'm

It is what it is
Fuck with my heart, that shit making me sick
Keeping a weapon protecting the kid
I don't need anyone, suck on my dick

dicked
Disloyal Bitch
By the kin
Living life
For once again
Eating good
Good Eatz shit
I'm a loyalist, I'm a loyalist
(Sky high)

Loyalty over love can't

I'm sick of these bitches they steady be talkin' they always be killin' the vibe
You n****s be sad and depressed over a bitch reputated to lie
Fuck

Thinking bout the city niggas sick we going crazy
Love my city really we should all love each other
Extort the hating niggas always watching undercover
Some

and then
Work your way back to the beginning
And then back to the end
This is the Life of Poe
Scene one, take one
(Hmmm, hmmm, hoooo)
Uh, I'm so sick

Sick of tryna find a girl like Stacey's
Lost in my love like I'm Amy
To the Winehouse
Can't drink away my minds doubts
Really not about that fake clout

as fuck popped two of em 
Out with your ho she a new one 
She going for the gang that crew love
Plug gave me deal like groupon 
Taking off jimmy no neutron