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But he don't know the plays
I can tell you all the cheat codes
That boy fouled out
Shoot her shot at me like free throws
Down set hut
Girl I know you

go
Brodie calling bout a play
Tell 'em send the cargo
Riding by some gentrifiers
Playing all that hood shit
Looking at me crazy
But they never gonna do

got some bricks
Told my nigga no more stabbing mana better chill
No mean say make you bullshit where we dey
For your face i go halla up your babe
Make

they act real funny (I say)

(Verse)
Let me tell yo ass something right now
Im not made of money....I’ve not made it out
still out here In the gutter

you get played by these heathens you'll see
All my reasons, that bitch left me anemic, heart froze I think
I'm freezing, these hoes are all some demons,

can get

I'm a black activist slight love of cannabis
known to keep a candle lit always keep a candle lit
grew up around some savages
love them boys

U 47

Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog

2014

They was definitely F'in with me
Before a rapper even says one line, you can tell if he iffy
Know somebody just by watching how they move
Now you

No matter how the stories switched 
It's still gon be true
Story of a black boy
Ima tell es to you 
Born in the 502 
With a mother
No father

Makin' Records

Maestro Fresh-Wes

Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!

1998

INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money?
[Mac] Yo what's up? Chill
[Maestro]

ribs
Got babyback on my plate, I need a bib
That boy is lying, he telling a fib I can tell by his voice and the quivering lips
I don't feel any fear when

the jackpot
A few degrees so who cares if a rapper like him
Masters and teacher don’t compare me I am nothing like em
They think gangstas shooting or getting

I just hit the, uh, and I got scared
To tell the truth, we love drugs
We hate DARE
Just a Gus nigga lookin' for a, Mickey Dobbs
Broke boy chasin'

‎t
Bust my script herself
Top me in a rarri
Laughing we got caught by 12
Slogan NBA NDA
I ball and She won’t ever tell
Ayee
Ever since you saw me
in

the heavens
Cos bitch I'm a crow
And these boys that I live by
We got a world to dominate
Bitch were Three Or Die
Shackled in chains
Young and insane
Once

(Chorus)

Dear mama dont cry your baby boys doin good
Tell the homies Im in heaven and they aint got hoods
Seen a show wit Marvin Gaye last night
It had me

I used to pick you up, Hold your hand at night
Tell you that there's none to fear, That everything's alright
Tell you that there's no way that I

Jorge of the Projects

Kurious

A Constipated Monkey

1994

(Cause I love you to death)
Trife (project life) yeah you might say that
Murder crimes and (drugs) man, they're goin way back
When (some by the pen

wavy like damn girl you got me bricked up
I picked up another check at the bar swipin' all the plastic
Q off a bean or sippin some lean I know he feeling

don't forget home
I'm so Oakland like Cindy on Soul Beat
Gingerbread house here, jammin' LG
Now tell 'em don't stop, keep goin', keep goin'
Off

been getting to the bag
You can tell by the wheels
Money Tree on the chain
But I didn’t sign no deal
My unc told me to chill
I went and bought a new crib

francophone
Tell em' where the fuck I'm from

J'te demanderai jamais pardon
J'demanderai jamais pardon
J'ai fait des conneries comme un sale con
Maintenant j'le

I need a new outside 
Continental peacock blue outside 
 Kiss their teeth like, oh boy not you outside 
My ones and twos won’t make me food outside

us saying our last goodbyes
These past few years been nothing and and then but joy
I'll miss you callin’ me that lil boy
Watcha do me a favor tell

see
Yo I ain't never giving up the fight in me
And I'll only bow down when they knighting me. Ignite the beat
They said our heads by the eight planets