Search results for 'by e hits album cc catch' Page #31

I was born in the belly of the beast Where a  nigga catch you lacking  leave your body
in the streets Where money was the only motivation
Had to keep

Whipping the cc like I been hit the gas 
cnd I mash til that bitch is on E 
Money off music that shit there a blessing 
My words are sharp use that shit

what we do by the lords
That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like weight
Feed a fool, let the fake evaporate
Reconstruction, that's the whole

and blow him down like a creeper

body's normally six feet deep, but I'ma put you deeper
And if I catch you dangling, I'ma sweep you by your feet, bruh
They

on the album hopefully I hit the deadline
I'm almost there
I can see the finish line
I'm living how I want to, fuck a guideline
And one more thing
Fuck spirit

like no child when I scoop you in the wild
Catch me slidin' in the Lac, they know my face across the map
I been that nigga before rap, kept it G before

be somebody rich
Look
But for now this what you get
Nigga been chased a hit
Maybe a number one album
But we gotta wait for the outcome
But I'm only

as gods
That's the dumbest shit I've ever
Heard in my motherfuckin' life
You need to set the fuck down somewhere (Ahh)
(Um, on this new album I've
Got uh

favors
That's how we do it at WE BLESSED FOREVER ENTERTAINMENT (W-B-F-E)
You might catch me in Atlanta, out there in summer
I treat my baby like

of his life got her away and he won't never catch her
Now she getting dicked down by biz like a stress test
I'm in Little Caesar's eating on some pizza

known broads
Pretty well known by my genitalia 
Well they better—not catch feelings as a result of this attraction 
Emotional attachment is the mother

a motherfucker
Cause I really want it with the team

Roll up in a clean whip, puffin' on the green shit
Run up on your team quick, hit em with the beam clip
You

blender
Bro'nem will serve anybody, no matter gender
Pray I make it up to Heaven
Know I'm a sinner
Pray they never catch me lackin'
You gon' have to hit me

love locked down
And you got my love all around

Who them mothafuckas coming with rhyme scheme
The fye team
Fuck around and get hit with fye things
Bitch

Racks on racks like woo
Them hoes don’t so what
U better stop that trash Grow up
They can never catch me sober 
I get cash by spinning, so if I walk

wrong
Your boyfriend hit me said he want to do a song
Come by the studio your wifey should be coming home
Hop on his song and I talk about the things that

Rock Y'all Spot

Twista

Mobstability [Clean]

1998

the bottle with Don, and I'm back for sure
Actin' a fool, gettin' skully, mixin' henny and mo
With plenty to draw, and we gotta blaze by the door
With too

Hit the Billboard charts
iTunes see my name right next to Drake
Try to take this smile off of my face
Jordan year for real
This is validation
Can't

shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got

stalk by

Fuck the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by



Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C.

And run house and there won't be no disagreeing

'Cause if there is

a nigga
Hit em up
They blocked a nigga
When i'm up
Don't call me nigga
Don't call me nigga
Number changed
I'm off it nigga
Pocket change
I tossed it nigga

good as fuck

I step for twin them niggas, gotta die for the shit that they did
Let me catch him, I'm lettin
Bullets fly, pray to God I don't hit no kid

wanna we can bang or if you wanna catch a movement nigga we can catch a fade
I'ma always run it up until a nigga getting paid and all you do is hit licks

the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star
Everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home