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ring, yeah
No love in the streets (What?)
Gotta' get it by any means, yeah

Hop in that 'Rari, that 'Rari go, "Vroom"
I chop out the top, it go, choppa,

Get money
Sometimes I don't be knowin' what
To say in my intros
I just be tryna vibe out though
I be talkin' to niggas
So this just for this just

Walk down, we don't do no drive-by's
Hop out with that 30 stick
Put that bitch between his eyes
When you go up on this mission
You better not damn

Yo
Sup
Dedicated to my homie Lil' Terry
Rest in peace
Front Hood Crip
That n*gga DJ Vau a/k/a Lex Diamond
151 Piru, knawmsayin?

Not long back when I

'bout me
Niggas need to go and get some bread
Cop from me, you can hit a
Lil' more it got legs, nigga
I done sold everything nigga
Topside, to them stop

all scared like I did that
I'm lookin' back like "yeah boy, I did that"
You keep talkin' and its finna be a mismatch
(Don't do that Cuzzi, relax)

Fuck is you talkin' bout, like
What the fuck dawg, like
I really do this shit
Ah, ayy
You know what I'm saying
I really gotta live this, breathe

Girls Be Luvin This

Unda Presha

Under Pressure

love that
And all the chickens  on the streets 
Tell them what holla back
Lil mama you talkin bout all this receivin n shit
What they do out on yo gig

[Chorus]
Tell me why they playa hate
Steady talkin down cause I'm playa made
Just because I'm playa made
Makin all ya hoes sing my serenade

[Double

I was lit by the summer
AP came straight through the mail, on my mama
And this ho two-tone, double R with the roof gone, lil' nigga, I'm poppin'

just), yeah (yay) 
I was just fucked up by myself when them niggas ain't show no love, huh (ain't show no love)
And I treat T-Man like my blood, 'cause

sweaty
In her eyes, I can see that lil' mama been ready
Hold my dick, doin' biz' with Liz Claiborne
Politics, I been rich, so I can pay for it
Dr. J in

Skank Wit' U

Don Jagwarr

Faded

She's my favorite selection 
A proud lady of this new style and fashion 
So I can't just understand, why you're skankin' by yourself 
So it seems

Do That There

Yung Berg

Look What You Made Me

2007

On the road doing shows
Yeah twenty and pop
She ain't gettin' shit from me unless you talkin' brick money
(Yeah)I need that Will Smith Money
That K Smith

Ready for War

B-Legit, Mac Shawn, Harm

Westside Riderz, Vol. 1

1998

I'm ready for war is that all you got
Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents
Said I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this

Best Friends

Mac

World War 3

1999

tried to shoot two, but your gun jammed so we pulled off, remember?
I headed by your mama house, for a couple of days
'Cause the niggas we was beefin'

Smoke Somethin'

Gangsta Pat

Tear Yo Club Down

1999

can tell we smokin' pure by the way we choke
They comin' closer and I know they want to hit the weed
But see I hate to disappoint em' cause ain't

on this mutha fucka wit me
Got that lil nigga T-Rock on this mutha fucka wit me (Mr. clean)
Nay mean for all them niggas out there thinking muthafucka done

stomping grounds
Had to make my rounds making some money by shaking pounds
Gotta goal of 250 million at least
With collector fly shit on my feet, Rather

for cheddar
Down go the rat wit yo Robbin bitch ass 
I didn't eat breakfast 
But gotta break fast 
Catching my lingo I'm talkin' wit sauce 
Haters like

just getting by
They trynna chill wit a nigga
Ion even got the time
I plead the fifth your Honor
Nigga you had did the crime
Now you’re worried about

21 fifth, we blow that
Fly lips, lil' boy ain't got no hat
Paperwork on your dog, expose that
We been talkin' 'bout programs
Drop fish in the pot

and drifted
Down the road t' get the car and go
Drove to they crib and they stepped out
Like Tyson stuck Alan, she was a knockout
Lil mama eff ya friends, I'm

conversation a week
That's why your friends always hatin' on me
Fuck 'em though, I did this all by myself
Matter fact, I ain't never ask no one for help