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King of the Ghetto

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right

Walk Like That

Hurricane Chris

51/50 Ratchet

2007

of the night in the range switchin' lanes

Go Live entertainment
See the gold bangin'
Walk like that cause I talk like that
I walk like that cause I talk

Something to Believe In

Bret Michaels

More '80s Hair Metal

2004

passed away, 
So this song, while doing this really, really means a lot to me.

Song (5:18)
Will I see him on the TV
Preachin' 'bout the promised land

Revelationz

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
there goes another nigga straight to the pen
by

Dr. Know

O.C.

Bon Appetit

2001

It's Wildlife all day everyday
Check the resumé
From NYC
Reppin the 5 burroughs
Check my style ( ? ) (mister)
Won't change my attitude
Wherever I

it's all night grind
Got a lot of things goin' on
Man I can't fall behind
Gotta get that bag (Yeah)
Gotta get that bag (Bag)
My bitch so bad, don't need

like a curry, I just wanna grave
With my diamonds in my earrings
Ah Bitch
You don’t give a fuck
Imma shot my shot, like I need a lot
Bish you gotta

bargaining a lot with God
I changed the mind of almighty, five
Was the last number that he gave me
And I was ashamed to ask for less so I just said please
Do

Everyday I put the burner on the block
2 step verified by the time I'm walkin through lot
We never stop
Out here rocky, all my dreams are at the top
You

Chilled out takes a lot to get me aggravated
I meditate then i levitate they're too basic
They'll never make it, Man I'm tryna be the greatest
So let

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

Nada, Franchise
Nada, Shotcallers
Yeah, Sporty Thievz, Sporty Thievz
Uh huh, Nada

A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
My rimmed up blue, brand new

alot of nerve to play me,
Another gay rapper, bussin caps in Jay-Z(buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
And still avoid capture,
While y'all cought caught up in

don't know I can teach you how to hustle 
Play your cards right watch a nigga shuffle
2 hoes man I want em by the double
2 much for a nigga to juggle

outrun you
Fear will outrun you
Betrayal will outrun you
There's a war going on outside, it will outrun you
Fights at night, sleepless and full of fright
I

a Buggatti
A lot of shit is gonn happen you don't believe cos I'm rapping
All night long we keeping it popping

Are you ready girl cos I'm parking
By the way I

[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]
They call me ghetto neighbor, I don't give a fuck
Sounds bumpin' all night, steadily wakin' you up
Homies bangin'

five devil's son, (who?) I said the devil's son (who?)
can you find a more wicked one? (no)
that can creep through the night like a wicked witch
smokin

bumping all night steadily waking you up
Homies banging on the door because I'm slanging the tree
24 hour weed spot, buy 2 get one free
Every week another

you my blessing

When I’m in need you got my back 
You call me your king 

Don’t need no body else 
So ima get chu dat ring

I put in work No 9 to 5 you

of the atmosphere
On the way up outta here
I can see the stars from here
Lights around they're all so clear
It's like a map in the night
Every ball of light, pointing

Laying in a puddle full of what I was
Looking up had me dissolving in the sludge
But I'm good
I spent forty days and forty nights
Pen and the pad

You ain't want no regular type of life
Fuck is that the barbeques and
Yeah

Look, a yo I'm trying to find the sign
I ain't no working nine to five

a vendetta
It’s easy to say whatever but a lot of dreams died in my blood line
Been broke was never a joke we missed the punchline
I wake up every day and make