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Aye man welcome aboard
I can guarantee you'll enjoy the ride
Especially if you like your soul ice cold
Because none other than the ice man himself is

second to a nigga
But this time I ain't betting on a nigga
Betting on me, learned a lesson on me
Tossed up it now the Ranch on me
Got all the extra keys

rock vans
Run with my bands, figure expand
Ain’t got a plan? It’s in my hands
Outta my face if you popping them xans
Stop acting goofy and come get yo

West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast

S.P.M.

Frost Presents Somethin' for the Riderz

2003

to represent
And when we ride together we're gonna kill some shit...

[Verse 1]
I got my mind made up, I'm strapped and I'm riddin high
West Side till I die,

not a point of reference
If I had a rhyme failure it's still tower over your successes
My murder methods I construct it before you had your breakfast

back at me like he won't lose the fight
My mouse got the might, my board been the key
All I'm asking is let's have some scrutiny

You a punk motherfucker

None to something remain relentless
Yet ambition got me restless
Keep it pushing ain't no quitting
Pursuing what I envisioned
Till this day hell

Mac Dre--
Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days
I'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes
I'm a thug 'cause wipe the blood out yo

I'll kill for my fair day
R I P to my baby bro UGK until
It ain't no stopping this movement
You lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill
That's from

run it by the boy like the ball getting tucked

Look, I don't do two's (Nah)
I don't do dubs less you talking win or lose (No no no, no, no)
If all

I stay inside on my own
They gettin high and atone
She gettin by with a moan
I gots to confide
In you
I don't even know who I was talking to
Then I

If being graded, we acing the test
Cleaned up nicely, I'm doin' my chores (Mm)
Slowly but surely improving, of course (Mmm)
Got enough keys to put up

Real niggas never fold up, never switch up
By the end of the night, I need my dick sucked
Off seven grams, so I'm getting bitches mixed up
He ain't

Money Goes, Honey Stay [When the Money Goes Remix]

Jay-Z

Loso's Way

2009

nose on a lady 
Who ain't turn one eighty place no one above ya sweet lady 
Sun stop shinin' she never got shady 
She coulda watch them box you in

to you if you ain't throwing me cash
With that all being said, bitch I'm back
Yeah
Bitch I'm back
Yeah
Let it ride
Bitch I'm back
Haha
Bitch I'm back
Yeah

of breathtaking
No Wes Craven, I seen horror films on the west daily, ouu
But you play the cards you dealt when you don't get to pick it
Fat ain't the thickest

or we can go to the party
It don't really matter as long as you stand by me
Ya we talk to the sun up
Swear I ain't like none these others mothafuckas
When

just die first
Told bro when I die I'll find you
Either way I'm gonna go find my way through
If I die smoke my ash in a wood put it in my will
Told Bella

the stash 
 Stacking up the cash 
 Fast when it comes to the gas 
 By no means average 
 She's on when she's got to have it 
 Baby, you're a perfect ten, I

know, I speak through my experience
You ain't gotta listen but I suggest it if you serious
Shout out to the humble ones... you ain't the way that STMBLZ

Look
While I'm on this west side highway I sit
Key swing by the knees
Fistful full of my dreams
Pistol by the seat
Pissed but what it seems
I fish

I see myself as the holy resurrection of Pun
If I ain't that then you name one
Rapper that's lyrical slash Latin, political passed rappin
With

like Kanye West
Except your boy got more Tech's than Ron Artest
I know you wanna see me stretched be my guest
Handle your biz but make sure you (watch

more real
Got a number two pencil, with number one ideals
You gettin' schooled with the comedy like key and peele
I'm feeling like B.O.B. with