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enemy
You came from the fuckin' war
Your bitches still wearin' Michael Kors
My hoes got Dior, fuckin' galore

Make em feel good by gettin' drunk
Slap em

on my nuts
It just make sense that u kiss em
I hear niggas talkin tough
They can’t wait for me to diss em
But to kill em wit success
Is the best way i

to relax in Camino goin buck wild
In the room poppin zoom
Straight getting on yours
For weeks the sheets and bathroom sinks
And these carpet and floors

on the road, always on the move
Baby, love it how you pick my brain

So, for the money, I can never snooze
Trappin in the same shoes I had on yesterday

Trappin

like a stagecoach in the wild west
So I stand tall upon my own legs, as a man gone with time to rest
There's no more room for bliss when all you hold is

watch me again
Scream 4 5 and the street went wild
Bitch had a baby, she lost her child
3 4 years was full of doubt
Now boss put my name on the house

going wild
Cus I don't know how to move on
How to stop makin songs
About you and your love
I just keep on goin wrong
Keep getting stuck
Thinkin bout you

Certain Things We Do

The Lost Boyz

Love, Peace & Nappiness

1997

for my team to front in profile
Two shorties flirtin with Freaky Tah and B-Wild
I see my niggaz in suit, and he's chattin with
This genuine fine ass

you know what I'm sayin'
I-I was mad my whole life, what the fuck I'ma keep bein' mad for

I been stayin' out the way, they think I'm goin' crazy
My

These girl's got free and liberated

Babies cryin', growin' too
Knowin' more, than we ever knew
Shake those hands, say I love you
Share that love so

shuffled, rig the game
I know how to lift the stakes
Got a Platinum Chip to raise?
In Sin City, karma's kinda dead
You wanna play your cards close
In the wild

done told her I've done done it for a while (ahh)
Yeah so we gon' turn up we gon' see what you about
Yeah, she going crazy yeah I got her going wild

Like what's up with you?
Feel like Shamu, 'bouta ride the wave (Shamu)
Gravy come through for your boo
Fly away, to your bitch like
What's up? How

conviction
He knows there is more like him and they are goin to pay for his affliction

There ain't gon' be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must

cop'd the coup; kitted it out 
I'm goin' 300 uh mile
An' dippin in some thin' I'm wild Yeah

Yeah
So when you find that sweet spot 
You gotta work

Cash Money Niggaz

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

a nigga from uptown wit' a million
Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, I bring heat backed up by

what the fuck is love, I will show you the whole world
I don't know what to say, Wallah, I'm goin' insane
Got no time to fucking waste, gotta do this for

hol'up
I'm 'bout to go craz(y) baby slow down
Upon me
I can't feel my pace
You can't catch your breath but you know
I'll keep goin'
And all night all day

the cops
Got every shot for my op
He wanna talk shit, so he spinnin' his block
You runnin' your mouth, so I might have to fold you
Baby, just
Back me up
If

back
Touched by the hit stick
My gravy shooter's for coverin' biscuits
Leave like a foreign, hit you with the kiss kiss
I mind my own business (You

this bitch clean you know I’m in here with the team
Shorty out here goin' stupid work the pole for her cheese
Headstand poppin' pussy finna turn me into

This real shit for real, in the realest way
And the only way to be is real
Nigga, if you don't get that, then yo ass not real 
Thoughts be loud

go

Cock 'em in the air and let your other sister watch

You gettin' hit by the x I'm a porno star

Ohh rhythm x, you're just too good baby

I know

a star
Y'all know what I came here to do
I came to ride a pony
If I'm lucky maybe two
You lookin' for a party
Baby girl then grab your crew
It's