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Pay attention.
The lessons in session.
If you didn't know by now it's time to get some direction.
Again and again I'ma let em know the way that I

War Witcha Homeboy

Young Buck

Case Dismissed!: The Introduction Of G-Unit South

2006

(Aiight)
Find me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got myself a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody

I don't fuck with hoes,
Them bitches gon' fuck with me
I don't want no one on this fucking beat
I'd rather be on this bitch by myself
I don't fuck

Got me feeling like a fucking dog
It's outside house and bars
Aquarius Killer Curry is a fuckin' god
Backwards nigga no facade
I'm from a place where

around the block
So when she ask me do I ever wonder
What it's like to be rich, no bitch I don't wanna
Already got my fucking paper sitting up at
Weight

heck he just might
That glory I been treatin' like its engraved in me
I won't be defeated by whats a defeated enemy
So catch me in adidas with a hat

too hard
Ain't nobody wanna work a graveyard
Let's just use a credit card
By all means
We'll have all the means
Girl, just ride with me
We'll go

Yeah, I can blow your fucking mind
I can make that lightning strike
Maybe if you give me time
I've been working overtime
Pray to God to show me signs

blurry so you’ll never call me four eyed
And no I’m still not lucrative with this
But truly beginning to seem like
If I’ve moved in position
By using my

dick, yeah
And i'm gone and zooted, ride by the block on a scooter
Up in the house eating oodles of noodles
You gay ass niggas some poodles
You is a kid

put me in
I'm going to run a blitz
I'm the biggest dog in the mosh pit
When I walk by all the girls want to top this
No I'm not an object
Treat me like

Cold World

M.O.P.

The Legends Underground, Vol. 5

2008

"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga
(First Family) 
World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here."

Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy

Go ahead and get it
Off the rip
Co op city
You know where it is
Do it for the kids
We gon do a drive by
And put bullet Holes
Through the front door

on the creep
I'm on the come up
Soon you gon see
Don is Lebron
The real mvp
get the best seats
For me and the squad
Close to the court
We lookin like gods
Young

with my man dem
Looking up to God (Bombo Squad)
So that we don't flop (Woo)
Tryna get a bag for the times we be stressing (Tell dem tell dem)
Please

Records the name, we the chosen ones
If I took me a loss, had to own it up
Going for gold, Number 1 on the podium
My team goin' dumb, no one holdin' us
Show

I don't understand how I keep gettin' richer 'cause this money, I am not savin', no
Don't understand why your girl keep on callin' me, no I'm not

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

Written By: Lord Vizion

Who are you to control the dissatisfaction of disappointed demons you heathen?
You can't breathe in the same air as me 
So

to change
By changing my past ways
Got me a pad
A couple of ashtrays
I close the blinds
To keep out the sun rays
Its
Enjoying my last days
Yeah
I'm joking
I

power
Explains why rappers fall off
For thinking they squad realer than ours
Or realer
Than me
I seek revenge
To the highest degree
Saw my mom pull

style Dripping,
I might drown, drown, drown, drown
See my squad finesse, by far the best No doubt, doubt, doubt, doubt
No, you can't talk to me Most

-body by the ball
Lift the glass for these I95
All-Stars been doing it since sax
In backyards, juking squad cars on boulevards
Stiff-arming security

I'm paranoid like now sleeping
I hear a noise like crows creeping
A terror ploy just to see me on the deep end
Swimming to a dive bar trying to break