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a truck passing by
Yeah I fantasize 
But you couldn’t gas me up enough to ever catch a ride
And I’m always on the run no exercise
‘Cause you only get one,

caution or get scorched by this torch fool
I been so lost in the sauce with feelings all that poured out of my cup got me feeling awful
Still I got no

aiding and abetting accessory or accomplice
Who laying in his bed with a felony on his conscious
Change up your direction don't step to me with

Now you know what to do
Life passed us so quick
Good days mixed with bad luck
You was cutting hair and me
Well I started to drive trucks
Then that

hostage scenario
Rollin' with a G now she pop that pussy for me now
Bands up in the louie bag I'm free now
Free now free now free now
Do Alot
All you seen

TLC no fucking Scrub
Fuck a plug get we the source
Got real Roley in the Rolls Royce
A weak link on the paper Troy
Hmm like soul shit
Butter drink

G Code

Geto Boys

The Foundation

2005

embedded in my blood

We don't talk to police
We rely on the streets though
Say me no talk to police
But we rely on the streets though

the lies coming from the pastor
God believe me
I am achieving
Just not a open book
Can't get by off looks
Step in and popping with crooks
I know what I want

with no sauce in the pot
You see my neck think that it cost me a lot
Cause well, it did
Been cookin from a jit
Don't pull up with the stick
But you know

up to church, cleaner than the pastor
My dad know I'm a P and he love that shit
If the laws pull me over, everything legit, damn
I've been driving

sparked by the fire that night
She knew before I did
She was the girl of my dreams

Its almost like she reads my mind
Give me kisses just in time
She knows

It How You Live! with no love to give
Lil Flip The Leprechaun I Can Do That ya dig
King JC cna Off My Chest Z-Ro vs. The World
K-Rino Stories From

G $o can't deal with all the bitchin'
One day pull up Cullen truck and Ima flex in all the pictures
Mix the Gushers wit the Runtz yea that's my

in the nigga face
Don't see what the fuck
Bulgin' off my waist? A nigga rob me
He won't make it past the gate
Put his mom in front of the pastor' face

helped me to my feet
Now my main mission is to seek and destroy
Passing through the shit like a nigga named Troy
See the full counter nigga you are not Roy

Aunt Dot

Lil' Kim

The Notorious K.I.M.

2000

she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with

Overwhelming stress thought
It would be my downfall
Perfectionist personality
With some OCD tendencies
In an unhealthy work place
Yea, that's a bad recipe
You

a dude in his truck
Imma need a pad and a pup
A dad and a fuck, to give
Me and rylan in the truck hitting skids
Whatchu know about a gay dude in the back

all cuz a ni**a said hello to them.
I was hoping for an actress, or a decent waitress doing flapjacks mattress, 
I need a pastor because I been out in

leave This world,
Is you bury me with my jacked up
Steel horse ya
So when I die,
Lay me to rest in the cab of my truck, Or in the truck bed, yeah
I don't

Aunt Dot

Lil' Kim

Notorious K.I.M. [Clean]

2000

government name, Kimberly
Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie
She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie

Hmmph, she was cute and mad

stay mad
Can't run from the facts
Way too geeked in the double R truck
The Cullinan damn near look like a bus
You gotta get high if you fuckin' with us
I

[Zeke:]
You can bet
There's nothin' but net
When I am in a zone and on a roll
But I've got a confession
My own secret obsession
And it's making me

Stick to the Status Quo Lyrics

Zeke:
You can bet
There's nothin' but net
When I am in a zone and on a roll
But I've got a confession
My own secret