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Goddamn bitch get in my whip (Goddamn)
Thug ride with my hoes (Yeah)
But this one shawty want drift (Yeah)
Yeah she something different
And i love the way

So Serious

Brotha Lynch Hung

Mr. Lunasicc

1997

seat, 'cause my AP need room 
I got a real crew of niggaz, ain't no punks in my squad 
Bitch, to get away, drive, but don't leave till the bank get

Outta' love & she putting it up
Flew away like a dove
I got these tears in my eyes
I'm good all on my own but I need something by my side
Tell me what it

no she ain't raised a thug
It is what it is, my community is what I've become
Walk through the fire, while getting burned by flames

I got a cold heart

Currently I'm on a murder spree
So if you tryna kill a flow then refer to me
Real rap's in a state of emergency but if need be
I'll be the first to lead when

comin' on back, i take off and thats real
We Mo Thugs, yall fucked up. Tough in the brain so ya'll can't hate no more,
And I scream all that i got, now let

suppressed by tyrants
But also by the devil's lies hence why he keeps on testing me but I still got fight left in me
All I needs a lil bit of energy,

dream
Rest In Peace Cap Steez, shit rap is a beast
Too many young black G's screen printed on tees (for real)
Ion't need an image, imma give you what's me

say I'm a realist

I try to stay away from plastics
You my mans if you ever need it, bro just ask me
Ain't too fond of fightin' over hoes you can have

vision
Money talk, and I love to listen
Need them commas, so I’m on a mission
And I don’t care who fuckin’ with me

Really don’t give a damn, ‘cause I’ma

like being me
I just want my brothers to get that
Same feeling I do
Knowing that these T's thoughts
And that real queens exist
Ion need these thots
Real

Shut Up

Common

Any Given Sunday [Music from the Motion Picture]

2000

got a verse in the Book of Thugs
So when I come through bitch show me love
If you bout that flow, then raise it up
You got that funk, then blaze it

say sometimes you can get it how you wanted
But all I wanted was real
They say its too much that I'm wanting yeah
I was down with with you niggas
Down

(bodied)
And i love the skin i'm in
I'm in touch with my fem

Goat
I'm sick of going for the throat
I'm sick of being with 10s
Ima need a real hoe
Not a hoe

that's how long it lasted
Alize and Cristal give you that thug passion
It ain't lame to go on dates shit I'm old fashioned
I love how you maneuver
Girl you

Ruff Ryders All Star Freestyle

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust

2001

and the glock nine
When you speaking of the hardest nigga
Bring hood's name up
D Block bitch, we about to have the game chained up
My words too strong, bars too

to the Stu 
Before you didn’t have a clue 
Now it’s in my head like I always knew 
I need you right by my side 
You prevent mental suicide 
If I told you once

life like every nigga should
She met me as a boy - I became a man
Gotta understand a young nigga on a mission ain't quittin
All she need is love, not Sex

but think I'm in love with the host
Glove on the toast, this for all my cousins and folks
Bloods and my locs, they know I'm a thug 'till I croak
This

only hot on their block
Woah
I know you don't want any smoke
You better get outta the way
And if your feeling too brave
There's no need to flex
Just tell

got her sippin' that Kinky, ha
You know we feeling fly, we sitting in the front
VIP status they showing love to these thugs like
Wassup I knew y'all

her just cop the car seat and I'ma buy you the Benz (skrrt-skrrt)
Too real to pretend, this mod got me on ten
This a big boy clock, I call my watch

Love me by all means
Me and my homies
White Lamborghini with black swan
You thought we losing we just won
Love and hate
Mirror images
It's just cleavages

tell the truth I might be too
I might need you to come through
We can make it do what it do
But you rather do me like this
I left the baggage