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on payments
I took a risk like its vegas
Hiding that shit by the neighbours
Playing yo bitch just like sega
Nowadays people throw dirt on my name
Making me

Yeah, it's your boy Young Thang, calling this one Lakewood Lane
Ray's got his boom boom room, I got my crib over there at Lakewood Lane man
Ray's

out by the dozen
Tryna be that dope new boy that's buzzing
You know I pop off once you push my button

Kill them by the minute
Staying on my pivot

Name Is Dee Limit
Beetownconnect
Yo Cheerrrrk

You think is a joke to hope to never go broke
Make i tell you ma brother man say broke no bi joke

Yeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way
See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys
Cuz they got guns

Don't Disrespect My Mind

Baby Bash

Tha Smokin' Nephew

2003

Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston
Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt
Kick in doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows

of the pot
Filling pockets with the rocks getting locked up by the cops
But I'm tryna make profit off of the prophecies I drop
Boy I'm god in black flesh keep

Number one NBA draft I can go pro
Know that I'm tryna get bread by the boatload
Play with the gang and get ate like Ocho
Yo hoe on a string she came

Memoirs

Migos

Yung Rich Nation

2015

Stinkin' up the crib tryin' dry it off in the oven it was still wet
Mama came in smelt the odor said "Damn boy I can catch contact"
I got that dope talkin'

back door serving all my delegates
Dope boys in office
Change it like a penny bank and take the chains up off us
Had to get it out da mud had to make up

like Art the Clown!
Beam that boy down (Down)
Send him right down to the fuckin' hellhounds!

100 rounds, 100 round
SMG hold a 100 round
Smokin' loud, by

*DatBoyTrav in his bag
(Hook)
Arch yo’ back, lemme hit it from the back 
I want your heart & soul
Take it to the kitchen 
Put your hands on the stove

boy, chill, boy)

Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names
He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope game
Choppa Adele, love the way that pole sing

Bulldog, ayy (Bulldog), comin' through fuck the law (fuck the law)
Bang bang

Bitch I go by Jusglo (Jusglo)
Shoot yo' ass in yo' throat (in yo' throat,

All A's

Goodie Mob

World Party

1999

and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passing by these haters like we got all A's

[Backbone]
Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street?
Nothing but

life then I got blinded allure
We all go through it too, been divided by obscure
Let go of the stress, LORD I'm blessed by my nature
I can read yo

Don't Cry

Magic

Ghetto Organized

1998

Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's 

500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please

Get yo ass beat by a white boy in all pink 
Yeah I'm eating ass, mouth prolly smell like shit
And I'm blowing gas, and I will fuck yo bitch
And I will

Better not come to the hood thinking yo ass gone be flexing designer
Said them boys be hitting them liks you could turn around said
It's one right

Lucius with the shooters, putting tariffs on ya' throne

The Kingpins buying in, they wanna' see us grow
Dope boys out of state call us B&O
The Kingpins

motion in ocean I feel like john gotti
Woah I'm chasing this money a passion a hobby
I fuck yo bitch in my crocs boy you looking like scotty
Hold up I beat

cream
First I woke up with yo' ho head by my dick
He the type of nigga who gon' kill you 'bout his bitch
Lift my wrist up that bitch feelin' like

And you know that we keepin extendos
You know that we rolling burritos
Link up wit Chico
Slide him them Cheetos
Dope here by the morning
You call it torpedo

(Jay C you so crazy)
(Jay C!)
Aye Jay C you cold nigga
If I beat your ass don't tell them niggas you got jumped
Boy I ain't the one, you should've