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Maybe I'm going deaf,
Maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of my mind

Okay now he was close, tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal, baby,

I hate it when you come by to see
If I'm ok, if there's anything I need
I'm fine without you, fine without you
Can't you see I'm fine without you?
I

Bluffin'

Wiz Khalifa

O.N.I.F.C.

2012

So much, so much, so much

Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing
They don't move that fast,

They want it I got it
YSL my wallet
Came from the projects
Now the whole gang be poppin'

They want it I got it
The drip the fashion
All we do is

the grass, now I see the grams out
Like I'm Project Pat, I ain't giving handouts

I'm loving her
She be running for a sandwich
Bitch hit the curb i'm hustling

Swag fake, so in it's with like a swag fake
We don't know who's finna make me mad shit
Running it up like a savage

We can't live without that, what

Yeah, okay like yeah, boy
Ayy, what's that? My nigga Gotti
And we know they fuck with you in my city
Like they fuck with you in my city
Project Pat

tortellini smokin' project pat to that ghetto greenie
If I let her in can't let her leave me that p got water that letter steamy
More a smoker you can keep

Automatic

E-40

Best of da Bay: A Series of Slaps

2006

Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales
Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals
Payin' the rent
Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head,

(on some hot shit)
I got Cola by the block on some thot shit (on some thot shit)
Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top bitch

I was that East Side

nobody
You can tell it by my swag (swag)
From the bottom to the racks (what)
From the last to the next (hey)
 [Verse DopeDilla]
Harder harder harder

gettin' old
Told my mama, next time I come back, I'll take the city over
I'll take the city over
They had us in school doin' projects
Soon as the bell ring,

I Know There Is Love

Crass

Christ the Album [The Crassical Collection]

1982

a pat on the back?
You think I've got nothing better to do than to live in the lie that you give?
Learn the sweet morals, the lessons, the games

on a crate like it's elegant
Try to hate, I'm puffing up your face like a pelican
Highly enveloped in, activating my melanin
Y'all failin' to see what's

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Winners Circle)

House by the lake, my mother straight, ay, nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my

in, know hoes come by the ten
Super savage I don't do average nothing
All my exes Lexus, Benz, BM-dubbin'
All my niggas got the bag via dealin'
Me I

High fashion, been had swag
Once I cop the shits, boy I pop the tag
High fashion, im in my bag
I was born like this, I ain't tryna brag
High fashion,

hate me while your bitch
Got me on her playlist
Took by sale-es, that’s my slaes nigga
I’m always DOPE, Check my SWAG
These niggas ain’t eattin’ shit
You

smooth
Pulp free smooth
Pulp free smooth
Pat my own back
This a ode to the black man
Ali in the ring
Denzel with the action
Doctor J wit it
Star in every

on these nigga
H.O.O.D my whole Project got Hittas
Imma show you how I’m rocking you keep playing wit a nigga
Keep on talking out yo top I knock the brains

TI
Haters they can see I'm all about my BI
Bitch I been on swag

Ain't I on my job
Lotta niggas hate cause we be
Moving like the mob my boys in

in here
Got these juicy booty hoes
With the g-strings on
When they play that Project Pat, that beat
That's my song memphis Tenn, my home
North Memphis

Clean Up Man

Young Buck

Buck the World [Digital Version]

2006

a couple losses, still we some outlaws
Ya bitch still lovin' my swag
We let you niggaz eat, why the fuck is you mad?
I never left the streets, I really

but we don't give a fuck
Copy-Catters bite us, they swag suck
Know you bitch nigga's gone hate my guts, bite me
If you think I do re-write me, they say