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outlet cartoons lookin’ childish
Gonna have to rate this battle M
I’m gettin’ violent
Pervin’ on a bunch of little
Girls? What a whack start
Probably gon’

I'm a Soldier

Master P

The Best of Silkk the Shocker

2005

still gettin' injured
NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!
And when we reach a hundred million cartridges
We ain't finished
Bitch

Givin' all the niggas dap (Fuck wit' a nigga)
Ain't drinkin' from the tap
Bad bitches in my lap (Got the bitches)
Gettin' money by the stack (Stack

money, ay
Can't let no hoe get in my head 'cause ain't no hoe in me
Ay, get the fuck out asap when you get off your knees
In Miami, me and Zoey on them

in the blessing)
When It's All Said And Done

Reach back like "81"
Best believe I got hands
Net-worth gettin' higher by the year
Cause we gettin' bands

ain't givin it, but I'm gettin it
Playing with all of the songs to state the relevance
By posting some of the moves for the ellof it
And doing anything

the back of her head
She gon' fuck up the sheets,
I'ma fuck up the bed
You know more rounds are happenin'
So get some rest and come again
Bregzs

She said

rough, some tight
I have been up all night
Watchin the time pass by
This shit ain’t movin nowhere
Time is illusion I swear
I look at the man in the mirror

some money make it stack, stack, stack
Make those bands while throwin hands I won't attack, tack, tack
Gettin litty makin songs get on my track, track,

[Yella]
You fake cheerleadin' bitch!  You want a nigga like me to beware, ha?
I'ma show you some spokes right now, you bitch you

[Tec-9]
Take them

I'll take a bad bitch and put her on game
I'll take a rapper and call him by name
Just to show Yall we ain't talking the same

I'm high as hell, hiding

miss my next flight
Seen a state trooper still ditched the red light
Got sum 30 sum thousand in 20's if shit go left my head right
We gon shop when we

crack ya head
Like we shot ah lobster
I gotta get money
By any means
These niggas faker than make believe
Niggas mad
So they hate da team
Prolly cause dey

Real source, catch me plugged in by your light switch
Rollie on my left, bust Patek on my right wrist
I'm the type to go and get it, you will watch

Growin’ up influenced by the streets
What was I to do? Made so much money
Can’t hit a nigga 'cause he might try and sue
And the only time I hold my head

Yeah yeah uh
Yeah uh
Uh
I'm bout my Paper Boi you better go and ask Earn
Gotta steer right cause this shit can take a weird turn
Gettin' so much

gettin' fatter, bruh
Pull up in a Maxima
Turned up to the maximum
We in here layin' tracks again
This here was designed
And it wasn't by no accident
Like

chilled but, I was still gettin' bread
Cause I did credit card scams
With this chicken head
I'm a be a hustler 'till I'm sick or dead
But for my Mom's sake

chilled but, I was still gettin' bread
Cause I did credit card scams
With this chicken head
I'm a be a hustler 'till I'm sick or dead
But for my Mom's sake

these rappers gay suckin dick for energy
Fya fi dat cuh me nah inna sodomy
Negus gettin buck broken by the industry
A black woman the only energy for me

and listenin'
Endowed with doubters and cowards, oh, once I ate and devoured
I sat alone for some hours, well, it's a cape
Towered over me, I'm surrounded by

state to state
Can't trust a soul all you niggas is fake
'Cept for my brother, my dawg just like Jake
Gettin' this cake, this shit like Easy Bake
If shit

This paper gone make me paper
If wavey give it the pen touch
This stage of wavey life take it day by day
And make it influx
This bag running out

bitch
We bout to have our turn in this bitch
Bout to have our turn in this bitch
We bout to have our turn in this bitch, gettin it

We bout to have our