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Contract

Lil Jon

Crunk Juice [Bonus Track]

2004

on the dotted line 
Cause now you're mine

Hey, hey bitch
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I

Trouble

Lil Wayne

The Drought Is Over, Pt. 4

2007

City streets, that's where I learned
Play with fire, you'll get burned
When the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble, trouble

Yeah, yeah, C

til you move along cuz that's a true friend
And even in my days of stress
You're by my side so I say I'm blessed to have a true friend
And even though

she’s a lil left field 
Man I’m tired of letting it slide 
I’m tired of letting it ride 
It’s time to move on 
Man they told me before 
My friends said

Diamonds

Pimp C

H-Town Chronic, Vol. 13

2015

in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of chain

[Lil Jon]
Yea
This shit right

speak again 
So tell me, is that yo' lover or really it’s a friend 
Plus I’m never like the one to make amends 
You gon' think about me over & over again

When it come to money, no amends
Ike gettin boosted by all your friends
Lil' boy he be talkin' to much
223s, you gon eat that for lunch
Hop in the stu

suit
I had the friend who had friend
Daughter mom and sister to
I guess u niggaz wouldn’t know
About the sauce here Lil nigga
Cuz that’s what a playa do

to God bless you like achoo
Police find you in the bayou with your friends by you
With your shit knocked loose
Nigga that's what you'll get like Ken

[Spectacular:]
Babygirl lookin good day by day
A Lil Jon Chick, Hope She Says Ok
But What's Up With These Childish Games
You Playin On My Phone
I'm Attracted But

ways 'cause the streets had my lil' mind made
We killed most our enemies
Had to kill my own too
By fourteen or fifteen a nigga was real live grown

a century (100 years)
He shot to shoot and
Niggas called it voluntary
He started fuckin' with a plug named Timothy
His lil goofy friend fucked up

freeze, I'm the coolest
These songs are just a piece of my emotions
Keep on
Lil homie keep on going
King Bond
And all these streets gone know it
Beat

(Let's go, Nobel)
I'll be the help, I don't mind
(It's 3AM somewhere)

I stepped in
I ain't want you to be betrayed by my friends
It's on me,

And threw that toy in the closet
I was bummed and needed some healing, it 
Took another year before I caught the feeling
Dan, my brother's lil friend
Brought

got a lil roll
Getting played by the Gold-diggers
Everybody come around when you on nigga
Selfmade, Certified, I'm my own nigga
Wanna stop you when they

tell them play big Bank take Lil Bank

Poem
Pleasure mixed with pain
It all stated from a name
Now and forever
As a homie lover friend


Chorus

friends?
She don't wanna be friends, "Doggy, can we fuck?" Not us
Streets freed Lou, that's just my luck
Can't fall in love, gotta test my trust
My baby

These Eyes of Mine

Ghetto Commission

Wise Guys

1998

give him praise with your weed 
And you still run the streets thinkin' that your friends is your friends 
But tryin' to move on and watch them stub you

aga no friends 
Now adey hit adey see new friends 
Fuck all the naggers and fuck all the love
Mabr3 mabr3, how I survive on the street 
Me hustle me

limbs)
She tryna bring her lil friend's (Yeah)
X7, we got some money to spend (Money to spend)
I swear these niggas pretend (Yeah, Yeah)
I'm bout to do it

up by his socks

Smokin' gas, I never pop a pill And if I get job, you know I'm goin' for the kill
And I can't hold on, I know for a lil' bitch, I

memory dances like Salome
But you'll hold your ground, knives out, without a sound

The chain around your neck was your best friend
Slain by your own hand,

bitches understand 
when you makin' money talk, everyone know you the man 
with my Hollywood hoes, or somewhere by the sand 
fuck your shit up with your