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shit don't work, I got four hoes, I'ma pimp 'em (pimp)
That's just how I was brought up (brought up)
Fuck a drive-by, nigga, walk up (walk up)
Keep

on bammers
Trash talkin in a Chevy '63 Impala
Downplayin dumb shit, niggaz is real with this
Fuck around and say the wrong words and we killed the
bitch (baby

Take a look at the ones I hit
Bad bitch with her ass fat, damn she thick
You can tell I'm gone by the dance I hit
Shawty a demon through them lips
Walk

A lot of people - black, white, Mexican
Young or old, fat or skinny
Have a problem being true to theyself
They have a problem looking into

4, 3, 2, 1

Redman

Phenomenon

1997

is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however it's gon' go it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish

tried to contain, but then I flip, shit

Would you stay by my side
When I'm working on me? Hey
I understand it's hard when none of this is your fault

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 6 shit

I said I wasn't gon' love these hoes
I ate my words like a pussy hole
She suck my dick and my bullet hole
And got

The Life

Young Jeezy

Pressure

2017

You ain't real if you ain't took nothin'
One time my niggas off in Brooklyn
Shout my niggas in California
Where your enemies, they be on ya
One

looking up to daddy
Like my daddy important
Rolls Royce or the Maybach
That’s boss choices
Kick this shit like I'm Chuck "Offset" Norris
Rasputia my pockets

Self D3VINE Life can't forget that
I'm up like the Moon, in the studio at night
Light a fire in the booth, then go catch a flight
They say Joe flows

of blow (N.O.R.E. Nina Sky)
Bring it up by doin' that slow (This shit is radio ready have been hear it approve)
(Baby let's got)

Repeat Chorus

Hey Maffia

wanna hear no sad songs
Sorry if the shit I say is dead wrong
It's the part that we ain't plan on, ayy
Ain't a lap, bitch, this a marathon
But I ain't

You can catch me rolling
Through the backstreets
Recollect with a fat sweet
Mind running like athletes
Scratching my rap sheet the pain is wreaking

step throw it up I want to see what city you in.
Dancin with a beezy, got my hands where the cushion at.
Yellin at the squares 'what the hell is you

I do not want
Cannot keep track of the plot
Shot at a cop
Almost got shot by a cop
Ride helicopter
Take out yo daughter
My niggas is shottas
We movin

Why these niggas keep putting opps in a
Why the fuck these niggas
Aye
Why these niggas keep putting opps in a song, but ain't do the shit
I was

too skinny
You're torquing your tension
Calling Michelle she need some good dick
Fat ass hoe wingsofredemption

Speaking of dumb shit get your attention

a mask
I ain't doing the dirty if yo face look like that
And I'm cummin' real fast, but I still have a blast
Yeah I look through the window I see a fat ass

that
You made me relapse
But you made me relapse
And I'm back on my shit again
Big Joe say he at it again

Say you wanna have sex, yes
Baby know that I'm

the world
All the people I thought would be here are fucking gone
Struggling to live but fuck it sing a fucking song
Oh shit wait, holy shit this is a fucking

and Bryce
My groove theory is that when you too cheery
They try to bring you down to the level they at
Well when they are all unhappy, then it gets

to mac 10's
QB's new born killers (shit is changed)

[Chorus x2]

[Nas]
Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed
Winter nights, pregnant

Deadly Zone

Bounty Killer

Champion Sound, Vol. 1

2002

dunn, let's get it on dunn
Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn
Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit
Squeeze off, let em know how real this is

bills
You look at me you know it's real
We come for racks then its mills

Put that city on the map I made that move
Yeah that ass is dummy fat I made that