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the BX
It's funny how I walk around with
A 45 and a 3X
Big chain get you smoked like I love Lucys
Just me and my Cubans, I love Lucy
Finna age, look

damage with the rocks on my sweater 
Barely a team and it's making us better 
She giving me head while she give me a henna 
She with her girlfriend it's

From my wings are shaken
The dews that waken
The sweet birds every one

When rocked to rest
On their motherˈs breast
As she dances about the sun
I wield

gas while I switch lanes
Caught a opp up with the hello
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
I'm always around niggas know that
Keep my jaw locked like I'm

tonight
Call my girl come by my crib
Cuz I'm on demon time
I'm Mr. Brazy gettin' wrote up
This my second time
Come and dance with me you know
It's fuckin

O.T.K. only the klan , 4evernono
Fuck
Look into my eyes...
Your soul is stained by the blood of the innocents

Feel their pain
Rockstar life, dis not

Don't you bait my style
I know what you wanna do
This verse is sweat 
Like you drinking mountain dew 

But be cautious  
You gonna feel nautious  
Lay

cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told 'em, "go 'head, get everything they fuckin' see," yeah
I grow my shit like I'm Mad Dog
I got

you somethin', yeah tonight (aye)

Lets get it, aye, yuh
Yeah tonight finna rock out with my niggas
Fuckin' up the cake swear to god yeah ima sinner
Ima

flood her house with pounds and bricks
I'm on a whole 'nother level, the shit you did can't amount to this
Help you climb a mountain, you cut my wrist

My nigga, do you have a gas can?
(The fuck I'm gonna do with a gas can, nah
Nigga what?)
It's just been a long ass day, man
All I need is a gas can

Ei L.A.

Lil Scrappy

The King of Crunk & BME Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy

2004

I'm from shawdy niggas beat you down wit they cars.
Fila brought up from my head to my feet,
Niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep.
Man,

started with a hectic ass morning
I woke up early on a Friday afternoon
Rolled out my bed just to make this tune
Feel like fuckin' shit had Henny night

what's wrong with you
Ain't mean to fuck the lot of you, be gone by tomorrow noon
Always with my gang, I can't stand at bearin' solitude
DSY's my team

Know i'll pop open his head like a flower in bloom
Get his pasty ass skin tacked up in my room
Fuckin wakin up at seven, twenty blunts before noon

leave the whole scene taped just like some scotch
Pack too strong like the mother fuckin' rock (grr)
You a crackhead keep fuckin' with them rocks
Bitch

on conditions of the weather
You don't seem to like my hands, you're offended by the way I dance
I trapped myself in a box for you to complain how you can see

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

still fuckin with the devil
Nowhere to run and hide
I gotta slide in your dome
Give it a fisty cuffs
I gotta call my rhymes poems
Mazik does and Eric

nobody that's fuckin' with M
Can't name nobody that's fuckin' with T
Shout out to we
Look at my belt, man, that say G and G
Broski my twin but he rock

if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick
Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer
Niggas back bangers you don't even
Know the names of
I'mma bout to meet

head down
Scared to look god bless my soul

They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road
But I ain't

I Smell Pussy

50 Cent

The Future Is Now

never lose
See, I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Bentleys with 22s
You say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catching

to the fruitful by the lack of such
You are forbidden to associate with me
Consistent persistence
Even though I'm not welcome in my own home

We smeared our blood