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shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is

Good lookin', so refined
Say wouldn’t you like to know whats
Going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don’t pop my cork for every guy

gettin' killed
I did the time by myself I ain't have no rap
You the type start singing tryna' get a deal
I know when somethin' get fishy I always keep it

know me and my bros yea we bust triggers
What nigga know I never even fucked with ya
You fuck nigga know I never even trusted ya
If you really wanted

I never debated I'm next up
But I suppose critiquing niggas, they figure I'm pressed but
They don't impress much
Niggas ain't seen royalty check stub

runnin’ my zone
No bag don’t be ringin’ up my phone
Rari with the drip ya know I’m gone
Thank you Jesus happy to be breevin’
Got the liqour coming with

Rookie Card

Game

West Coast Resurrection [Clean]

2005

I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin rocky
The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with

you want it
Yeah I told you never
But tonight I'll spend some cheddar on it
When I hit ya town just make sure you hit me up
The other night she told me

Rolling deep
Never know who notice me
Even crackheads tote a piece
Was broke bounced back
No "woe is me"
Had to hop in my bag
With poetry
I'm

those
Now check out her demeanor
Baddest Latina
You'll know her when you see her
Got her own thing guaranteed she don't need ya
Queen like Latifah
It was

All Original

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Art of War [Clean]

1997

[Krayzie] (Flesh)
Better not be so quick test us,
(May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay)
'cause we'll come to kill ya

Don't let your love die
Don't let your love die
"Stay young," that's what the old folks say, ya know
I'm always working, missing my days
If the ship

And that boy trust is a goon
We just got flooded in June
Water on me like I fell off a cruise
They know I'm the best like harden get left slumped by the pool

sharks
Boy I grew up by the lake
43rd that's right off state
We was out here on the trey
I went to hell n back
Twenty-three & one and three hot treys
Now

She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag
Her money lagged, I ain’t gotta talk you see the swag
Run It Up, Run It Up
Throw it in the bag
Pull up

Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank
Told em I quit I cant
Promise I'm never gone change
Big dawg inside of my gang
Shaquille

No no 
X2

I'm so loco x2
I'm so crazy 
Fuck the po po
I done seen a lot of things 
I don't even know though 
Never catch me talking to the feds 
Cuz

yeah
Type of nigga who would risk it all, never been the type to play it safe, nah
Never playing by the rules though, there's always one I gotta break

Coast to Coast Gangstas

Sauce Money

The Streetsweeper, Vol. 1

2003

for more lyrics I know
Steady robbin' all them lyrics I flow
I'm Sadam-ing all you niggas fo sho
You betta know I'm a true nigga, please do nigga
Betta

the beach
You know the vibe
Yeah We outside
Trey 3rd family
Coney Island by the beach yeah
Smoking on runts
Cough cough cough
Put my soul out of reach

Clappa, clappa, clappa, clappa, TREY CHOPS the rapper, solely working on his stature
Always worried about the factors, 'cause it's so subjective you know

a confession
My brother locked up Ima call him collect and
Let him know when he out we doing it big
Bed by the roaches when I was a kid
I ain't give a fuck I

pictures you know I don't mind ya 
look at my jewelry but  its gonna blind you (Woah, aye)
Me 2Trill you know in the stu
We making that heat man you know

still ain't tuff
My cousin trey he took a case ain't say a thang he won't none
niggas be talking like it's pressure I come around they won't say nun
I got