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this one ought a be clubbed Love when I'm rubbed the wrong way, so some offend me Dismissed by many, my Christmas spent in the lab Pen and pad while
[Wyclef] Ladies N gents Back by popular demand Its the G&B with Carlos Santana [Product g&B] Li we in up in here its not a game no more You
bump that bass Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good' When I bump this gospel music in
The hooker and the gunman Barely more than a fucking child And up the fucking hills Silicon mummies by their pools Sips their fucking drinks And smile
about respect? I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too I shoulda did a drive by on you and your
rhyme'll get him by Now he's leaking H2O, he couldnt escape the flow Sitting nervous, waiting for his first tape to blow For him success means try'na make
Satan is not by himself. And then at times we only say "Satan I bind you" but we must now say "Satan I bind you, I bind your angelic race, and I bind your
ain't no punk Dougie D so thoed, and they already know The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun I got a king folk
Well, It's yours What makes you journey into the night And take flight on a pursuit of musical bliss? Chasing beats through ghetto streets
The ghetto ain't fabulous And yet you tellin us How you came straight from the gutter And how we gotta bust I've saw behind the bars You know they life is
shit make sure my shit ain't hay 'Cause if it's hay when you bring it I'ma get to wingin' ghetto bling blingin' leave a nigga head ringin' Fo show
paper, shit is still ghetto But fuck it black, you living your life, though your loved ones Peace to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be
why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this generation Don't be deceived by this divination, or be fallen to this fornication Chorus Chose
old school drops on gold feet Roll sweets wit the bomb in it Smokin' on bomb spinach Ride by you wit the 100 spokes spinnin' No linen, I'm just thugged
fanin my face, others give me grapes By the grace of God, I was given the job To run through the rap game like corn on the cob So blessed in my test, I
hold on, don't let go And way to feel, do what you know Just stay strong, keep your head up high The real'll be real, while the fake pass you by I'm
a game in my vein Verse 1: Mac Murda murda I wrote it in braile Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
This here a true story about ghetto love This shit that happened to a young nigga like Mac ya heard me Check it I met you at a fast food spot
time to vote And if I did Mr.President wouldn't understand Life in the ghetto I'm the trouble man (Willie D) What ya know about the trouble man
the pull to the ghetto set it on a brick suck a dick, 'cause your fuckin soft. They all say Violent J ain't with it . When you was rollin with your dad,
New Jack sit, like G and Nino Shit is real dunn, me and Hav rap for guns You just a son, you be hung by the skin on your tongue P.R.'s
tellin where I'd be Dead or in the penetentiary From shootouts wit my enemy Squeeze until my clips empty But would they give sin to me By the hands
wie Beats by Dre Ich verdeal mein Tape, denn ich rapp straighter als der Rest Wenn du nicht gewusst hast wer der King ist ja dann weißt du's jetzt
the niggas in the ghetto be hatin on you cause you made it out? Yeah son, what is that, what you call that? Dad, that only be two words. PLAYA HATA.
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