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Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties

Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties

Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties

Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties

Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties

Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties

my bag,
Yall bitch ass niggas keep goin' out sad
I see it and laugh
How you runnin' your mans, man, you goin bad
That shit sad
That nigga cryin', askin

Young fly nigga, dreads on me but don't get it twisted
I'll smoke you up into the sky like we gettin' lifted
Ya'll shit is scripted, me and money

Mac Man

Beanie Sigel

The Truth

1999

This shit is not a fuckin game

Chorus 2X
Pac man, y'all niggas know my name
It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac man,

Nasty Girl

Carl Thomas

Kiss tha Game Goodbye

2001

in Bloomingdales stealing bags
And you know ya man Jada shoot through the hood
She look so good that the chickenheads can't hate her
Ever seen

[Talking:]
D.O.D., new style (hustlas)
AK, Belo
Bout to show 'em how to paper chase
Chicage if you with me
C'mon, tell me something K

[Verse 1: AK]

Too active, y'all can't handle it (nope)
No taxin', we'll dismantle it (tax it)
Shake up the bitch and then ramble it (whip)
Shut up the critics

anywhere that you can't go
I lay your ass down by a halo
Southside, G-Road, that Clayco
Can't forget about Heaven and Harmony
Ain't nobody out there

Curtis 187

50 Cent

Curtis

2007

They say I'm grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about

I was a snotty

it's demon time, he said, ah shit
He know what that means, so you know he fucking dipped
Crept by the neighbor's can't make a fucking noise
It's demon

A nigga done went Supreme they can’t afford’em
I got the chops like guillotine
I know Jesus black was baptized in Jordan
Machiavellianism I see yo strings

you can't even save yourself
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Huh, I park my dick up in her garage
But I shoulda treated that pussy
Like a parking lot
Yeah,

a graveyard, I can’t save y’all
Cop the new crib by the lake shore 
I gotta move, way below the radar

[Verse 1]
You see surveillance is for assailants 
You see

[Sheek]
Yeah, yo, well if I can't talk less squall finish streets like the westerns
Ten paces, turn around and squeeze at unfamiliar faces
First y'all

to close
Bouncing when the breeze goes, but it's fine
I been walking that tight rope, swinging in the sky
They just see me float and, keep passing me by
They

Nutz On Ya Chin

Eazy-E

Eazy-E Tri-Pack

2010

One and in comes the two to the muthaphukkin three then comes the Eazy
to the other fuckin E playin niggaz life like a puppet and can't dance but

Yo, I’m finsta tell you how it it is in the hood
See cause in the hood everybody’s a target
Nah it ain’t like that
Imma tell you the real deal what

It's amazing to me homie
That nigga's you fuck wit dawg
You don't know the truth about these niggas
Till ya'll fall out the more you show a nigga

me, they be tryna shake me
But the way I am, no they can't break me 
I got plenty people around me, that don't wanna see me make it 
And even, if they