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Y’all put the dodees in the air?
Ight bet

Aye Bursty on the beat
Member all the times they told me that Lil Bursty weak
Give me all my bread bitch

You gotta live by the rules
I know the business cuz I been in the pen when
I was only 19, Southsider front lining
And still riding' till this day 
Aint

struggling in the streets and I was selling all them rocks
Gotta freaky bitch gone throw it back she got that ass she got that whap!
I had to run off

facts
I naïve when  I was young
I would  played the packs
Lost my lil brother to the streets
It never gave them back
Clowns will hold the block down
N****

Catch a opp and let him feel how this new glizzy feel
I say any many
Catch a nigga by his toe
Catch him broad day in the street let that forty blow
Masked

fitted cap
And a fresh white tee
Back in my younger days I used
To rock it like G he went to this party
After watching this movie
That was themed by

Got that lil' hoe deads that's all in my spliff
She all on my body, she wanna take a pic
But I cannot love her, I fuck her then dip
Why do you niggas

so shut your bitch-ass mouth
Remember back in the day when your mama went and kicked your bitch-ass out
Thought you was solid, but you went and took

of this way to get shot by my Glock 24
Got a bitch sitting courtside in the back
...
Twitching for some pussy you a rookie
I just spent some cash for

like where the rats at,

Sneaker 600, back to back in them 600s,
I like big money, you get money, let's talk numbers
Street starvin', the wait it over,

Find a new place

We couldn't sleep in the same street too often
Sometimes the police would tell us to move along
I hated carrying the blankets
Storing

just want it more I could run up a check
The same people that's praising me now was just up in my comments lil bitch tell me I'm not correct
Oh no, I'm

These lil Shorties they don’t know no better out here with a .09
Load the the clip change the score it can’t be no tie
Police keeping on driving by

Yeah
I was a jit up in these streets kinda living on my own
(yeah) got this shit from out the stove
My lil' brother in the jam and now I'm tryna get

Bullets flying what he thought I was gone miss or something
Yeah the ville it be my city in the streets it don’t get pretty
Niggas rob you for your work you

I ain't playin with a bitch lil baby Thought you knew that
Now i'm inna beamer w the Mothafucking roof back
Toe tap
Yeah i got sum homies body bag

R.I.P.

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

slugs in your back cause your truck got jacked
But lil' Isaac boy I wish you woulda had on a vest
And until this day I know your soul holdin' down

the street nigga why lie
Fuck around and get extorted by my guys
Find ya anywhere ya at got mob ties
Probably fuck around and lose ya life in a drive by
In my

them pills niggahs snap
Like white boys
In mosh Pitt
10 pounds is the play
That’s murder for hire
Get ya lug nut twisted
Like changing a tire
Take some

He hard in these streets, but a baby for me
He need a girl that be goin real deep
5,4,3,2, bitch I'm the one
You bitches ain't got it but have a nice

speeding going a hundred in a forty-five
Kill a beat first degree it's a homocide
Step in the streets keep that heat glued by my side
All of this shit is off

Every time I'm in the booth it's a murder scene
When I'm walking down the streets I see jealousy
I see love, I see hate, I see enemies
But I treat 'em all

I'm back again with heat
New kicks, they on my feet
Started spitting when I heard the beat
Had to stop being in the streets
Was worried bout going broke

Monroe Freestyle Lyrics

Can’t stand it when niggas be tryna’ play me like a dummy
Mane I just be sittin’ back then I be laughin’ them niggas