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Jah bless
No wahala, no stress
Holy father, amen
Mega don dada, two cents

Ngiyaz’thandazela
We live forever
We at the top, we came to stun, no room

the promoter by his mutha fuckin' neck
Don't be fooled by the Rolex!

*(Chorus)* 2x
Verse 4 *(DMG)*
Who in the mutha fuckin' hell
Nothin' but Regime Ridaz

dundada

Bod mon from gaza 



Huncho got a blick 

40 rounds up in his clip 



My crew full of big steppas

Walk around and you gon live 

Michael marys

let's go in 1,2,3

Mix it drink it shake it up and sink it
We don't give a fuck what anybody else thinking
Grab a bottle pop it grab a bottle pop it grab

shit'll get Nick Jr., lotta Max and Ruby
Hold up wait, see I got the safe escorted by the wraith
Betty Crocker double layer cake an now I mix an bake
This

to do 
Is come dance w you 
I don’t even see no man with you
Ima star got a camera crew
Ima player Bae but got manners too 
Ima fan of you
Oh you the shit

make it stop too
If I want to (If I want too)
Headshot, ten kills I'm a sniper
Fucked two times then I liked her
Three nights in a hotel
Four nights now

wanna get paid for writing my raps and not giving a craps for that 9 to 5
I don't wanna survive i wanna live my life with the boys by my side i wanna be

reality drunk
The two by fours and three by fours the six by nine
I'm pushing the grind I'm putting the time up
So you get yours while I get mine

Chorus: R-MANN
And through the storm and the rain
We still together, a few things changed
Through the stress and the strife
It's LB Fam 4 Life

[Mr.

Street Soldier

Paris

Street Fighter

1994

to call 
Each and every one of y'all out let's see who's real 
And who's fake when it come to the funk 
I'ma bring it to y'all live and direct

a legend when I live that shit?
You could talk about my music, I don't give two shits
Because sooner or later you gon' ride my dick
Icarus if I fall off,

Money on My Brain

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

appetizer
Blowin' like a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin' beer with two

eclectic when I wreck it

(Yeah you heard it right it's the four-two-seven on this shit motherfucker)
One two three, there is a new Antwerp city MC
We're

the degrees to my kind of weather,
Turning the ignition, still thinking bout last night, proceeded to start to the car then greeted by my gas light
Reached in

with four of her friends nigga plus me
Pull out dick then i bust on her but cheeks
She see my neck get her wet it's a tuff piece
Aye it cost to live like

that lil thang
Bout to pull her by her bang
Sheesh
Cause I'm him
And you know my crew is them
Smoke a pack down to the stem
I said where lil bitch

make some plans tomorrow morning
Same place bring you crew, we burn up the house
I put on my J's, you put on your Vans
I  step on the gas, I'm dodging

yearning
Respect is a given but living we all earning
Wanna live the type of life that I drive a two seater and wife tight
She can't put junior in the back

money so I neva go broke I can't go, oh no no

I said these girls just wanna get f*****
Well maybe I do, yes I do
I'm chillin smokin by the pool
Wit BBM

Utmost

O.C.

Bon Appetit

2001

[O.C.]
Yo - I hold the keys to the fountain of youth
Plus keys to a double-are 4 point 6 dick
Still in the mix, still up to old tricks up in the club

know Im live
Show my 4 Staccd and I gotta drop the 5s Im wit the guys
She gone cry when I lie, wipe her eyes, then go show her to her ride
Then i scoop

in cheek
Gone off that what you mean

Go after what you need
This ain't a Benz (bitch!)
This is a beamer
Hop in I ride with a crew full of demons

try not to get in the mix
Sent "4" at his head and "3" at his leg just like i had sent me a "BLITZ"
She givin' me head i'm screamin' out yea the only