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around and crashed the whip
I know you in the crib mad as
Hell you can't stack a ten
Never sold a drug but I'ma tell
Unc' to tap me in
Dee brought two hoes

of time just a little bit (a little bit)
Pardon me yo I’m on some 50 Cent shit (a little bit)
The way you movin’ them thighs got me on the rise
Go from

Yo-Aye
I think niggas too busy going ghost
I'm ghosting all my hoes for what
I'm ghosting them for what
Ain't got a real reason to do it
I'm not even

head
I feel like 50 cent I'm wanted dead by many men
The gun cocked and one shot just missed my head
The next shot I then hopped that one hit the bed

from her payroll
Diamonds dancing on her they so pretty
(They so pretty)
Fuck around and fell in love and dropped her 50
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

up from her payroll 
Diamonds dancing on her they so pretty 
(They so pretty)
Fuck around and fell in love and dropped her 50 
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Just for niggas acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones
But the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking blunts by

Shh (yeah, I done came all the way up, man)
Yeah (Niggas can't understand how I keep shaking back after every loss)
(I'm blessed, nigga, by the most

This foreign go fast, you barely gettin' by

I drop my top, when I stop they watch
They say that's bro who serves
Straight out the pot
He used to be

feed us
Thin line between friends and foes
You 'pose to know
That's why I keep my blade double-edged
Swerving through these hoes like a fucking thread

working 
Always working 

(Verse)

I’m ybs I go by skola I put that work in
I don’t trust these bitches 
I don’t need no hoes 
I just be flirting 
Riding

Knockin' Pictures off da Wall

Yungstar

Ballin' Underground

2002

[CHORUS:]
Ridin blowin big sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop by on your block and wreck faces
Slammin door's open spaces looking good standing

cause of the trust that grew 
A couple months went by and now I'm out of the loop
I guarantee my rates are better than a cub that's true
I keep a Kane

Shit God damn

I went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean

Toss It Up

Mr. Sancho

Low Profile Gangsters: Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

to the next, now hit em up
Get loc'ed out, smoked out, choked out
Never no doubt what I'm all about
I'm chilling in the studio gaining hoes like Rogain
Getting

Toss It Up

Mr. Sancho

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

to the next, now hit em up
Get loc'ed out, smoked out, choked out
Never no doubt what I'm all about
I'm chilling in the studio gaining hoes like Rogain
Getting

a rich bitch in a Wraith
Ain't no bums with me
(Ain't no bums with me)
Two double oh on this dash
I'm doin' one-fifty (Bitch, I'm flyin')
Your bitch

and stop my cash count
I snapped they start disappearing like fifty cents eye brows
How that sound
I'm in a glass house you throwing stones at me
All my shit

Bacc 2 School

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

surrounded by titties and asses

Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time I have sex with

turn fact to fuel
Fifty-two, like action news
Action starts by grabbin' cards
Makin' sure they're all there
Next part sayin' what's up to Grandpa
By

more smile and awkward silent speech cuz now I'm outta reach
Living life until I find a peak I hope it's by a beach
Sand on feet spirits surrounding me

niggas act like hoes
We don't be arguin'
Got niggas comin' back like they wan'
Be part the squad again
Naw, you can't get inside, bitch
Click it

Shots fired from rooftops
'cause I got that guap
Surrounded by Rydas like bugs in a shoe box
Aiming at your face like it's
My favorite thing to do (Pop)

hit for a Band-Aid on a side bet, I'm finna bet again (I'm like, "Fuck it")
Pull out a fifty piece on you boys and drop on a better Benz, yeah
I got