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walked by, tried to catch my eye
Had him on his tippy toes won't lie
Richgirl put em on a natural high
Now you wanna play it off
And act hard
It is what is

basement, forgetting names and faces
Ass 'n titties on my phone save the contact by location
If I save it at all, walk in the room
Seen the oxygen escaping

Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how

still on time nigga if I'm late in
Only 5 star service I don't be waiting
Time is Money the label I know they hating
And if I want i can get it that's

to mountain city
So (Sold) much buda, became a pest but made it bless around Mtissy
For my true ones going through the ups and downs still getting busy
5 1 4's

don't wanna bore me He telling me "let's make a movie" how corny[00:16.83]And so I pulled up to his crib we was 4 deep[00:18.60]And I got him beat by my

know he was really minding his business (just like me)
'Til-'til niggas came fucking with him and killed his dog and stole his car (yeah, let's go)
So

Peace to hoes..
Jeff Stewart's in the motherfuckin house
Peace to Cool V
Peace to D Mac, T Smooth, Todd Lightland

The girls look so good..
The girls

problems go away nigga
They be like Sean how you you fell nigga 10'5
Take his face off  
Off face cross face Chris Benoit

It's a Hustle Hell 
When there's

Promised I'd never be like that guy
Who talked heavy
Yet his whole action was misery
Like Missouri she keep saying
I need you to show me better
But my

Imaginate

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

in the club in Champaign they saying Garbe you hot
they like me they can't wait for my album to drop
i won't stop, RaCheer Records don't release no

fine, let me get for the night
McGregor, Mayweather, they ready to fight
Enter afterlife via V.I.P. list
And I don't not exist when I flow off the rift

like a rock star in a cop car all bad
A buzz cutt with his new friends got him feeling like a thug what so what he bad
Not a blood not a crip but he got

application fuck a 9-5 
Cause my occupation since ninety five is this rap shit 
You don't like it suck my black dick yeah gag bitch do a back flip
Hope your ass

think I need a hospital
I want them to love me like they love Pac
I hope I don't get shot but give me five shots of Ciroc
And tell a mama make that ass

I'm like a real super villain
With supervisions
I'm blowing the ceiling
On a vacation
He lost up his feelings
His thoughts are too dangerous
His mind

Fly Fo Life

Suga Free

Street Gospel

1997

bird pickin up seed killed game
Here come a passion mark, jealous playa hat'n lame
And he's slippin like a bad transmission too
Givin bitches his money,

Could've popped at a opp but I was just driving by
I told my bro put on his blades we finna slide golden glide
And we ain't playing hide and seek but when we

or if the booty round
I can't even see you through these Cartiers, I'm Ray Charles
Dump 34 up in his stomach, but he ain't Charles
I can't even see you

neither
Even if he reach, that's just his life and I won't reason with him
I just left the bank and I just dropped of some more dead people
Big racks in

on the beat, word on the beat, word on the beat, word on the beat, word on the beat, word on the beat, word on the beat
We rockin' nigga
I'm in the N.O. nigga
I

off his top
Then fly off in an A four Skyhawk to condos

All my shooters let they choppa sing, shooting 5 0
Cause we ducking 12, with the kilos like

in, white's on
Light space, python, innate fight's
Strong ain't gonna hide, son
Five stars, I Gurdurr with 'em heavy bars
Travel far, with the goal,

possessions we are humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being cooped up in the house
Trying to be held up tight
So Jazzy Jeff and Fresh