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switched bout a bitch
I just want green, might just go hit a lick And I know some niggas that almost got hit
Now it's no choice but to ride with a stick I

clash, I'm like a man or fire in a black mask
With a black bag thats full off explosives and you wake up with one in your ass
If this is war you know you

hate
I love the race
Speeding through lights, I roll the dice
I love my life, yeah, might live it twice
I just finished robbing Chase
Watching out for

That's if we got the drop 
I split that shit there with my clique
You know I love the block 
I'm praying hard that lord forgive 
I know we living hot 
If

Energy made this one
Yop, every time they say bro, they a*s getting faced
Don't give a fuck, he in the whip, he still getting chased
Love the way how

to follow so we can never act alike
Look at all the mic
Pick the mic

I pick the victim right
This is a venomous bite
Heard your girl left cause y'all wasn't

you my side thing
Swear I love when she lick on the dick like it's ice cream
And I feel like I might scream
She come thru on occasion to catch a lil

bitch, my man still ain't out her place
I get enough, I would never scrape
It's like, fuck what you heard, fuck out my face
Innocence amounts to nothing,

poppin', and I said “I know boo”
Heard she want some love, I wanna fuck
I been and told you, yeah
Now she mad cause she ain’t got no one to go to
Then she

to Pastor Troy (well come on)
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at (well uh

eat it up, call her Jeffrey Dahmer
Love it when the pussy warm and wet, like a sauna
Fuck it cop a jet, yeah, fly her to Tijuana

AK hit his face, so I

Coming for the predicate

The way I move is acrobatics with them knickknacks
Double it,  bringing right back
We making profits
Lining up from deposits

No Matter What

Made Men

Classic Limited Edition

1999

and show no love
No judge
I realease verdicts through my clip
Hot gun powder burns on my wrist and hip
Body bags and homi' tags
The deaf tone look retro
Is

addicted to greed
He looked tipsy, mashin in his black 850
"I hit a lick T, now all my n*ggas out to get me
And this is us, you the only n*gga I trust
Cause

I was down bad
I was broke
They ain't love me
Come around when I'm up
Hell no I can't trust it
I gotta leave it alone
I ain't coming back
My foot out

whenever you need
Like whenever you chose
I sport sheen on my face when I ride by the place that I rose
And I’m still on my toes
With a rope on my neck that

on the floor
This kind of a song placing their earlobe in a drawers
I make folk listening girls who love deep talk getting deep throat of my sick thoughts
But

of chops
ILL BE DAMNED IF I EVER CONVERSATED WITH THE OPPS
off the yams
Now I'm goin in
Smoke em by the gram
I'm so high
Heard the opps callin
Thought them

on him, now he cryin' for a bitch like me
Niggas lyin' to they bitch for a bitch like me

I got niggas hittin' licks for a bitch like me
Yeah, a nigga wanna

Hard Times

MC Eiht

We Come Strapped

1994

'm saggin'
All the way down the chronic row to the mutherfuckin Hub
Pocket full of bud
Niggas don't fuck around is what you heard
Back up's brought in by

sucking dick up in the Lexus for some chole (It's Rah)
You a pussy, I heard you got beef down here, boy is that so?
These niggas fluky, these boys tried

you see me out in public know the 8th is lit
With his shorty and she love it that's what anger him
So I'ma put his ass to sleep if the blanket fit
When

Well let me li li lick you from your head down to your toes
Let me eat that pussy till my beard is soaking dripping slow
When them legs lock up tight

a ruler
Told me her type, its the same as her humour
Heard she been all alone must think I'm stupid
I never been shot, hella wanted by cupid
I keep it