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Chopped Down

Partners-N-Crime

Whatcha Wanna Do?

go, I ain't no big nigga though
But it take no time to split a bitch nigga Cantaloupe
Bust 'em up one by one, niggas know how it's done
If it's not

to see he got me And y'all cannot phase me nooooo
I'm still hanging out that window Screaming out west side baby Whoaaa
I ain't new to this, I'm true

go twice as hard get this bread
Keep a loaf in the bed
And Tech for his head
For the day a foul nigga sign up to get spread
Spread (Spread)
Spread

knows I'll be calling
Do this shit for y'all, y'all the reason why I'm all in
Took a couple losses now a young nigga balling
Now a young nigga balling,

Yeah yeah aye
I got I got
Yeah I got I got
A red vendetta
A red vendetta yeah

Talked to fella
Said that he reaching out for the for the better yeah

tight)
And you know I walk them cold streets of Buffalo, nigga
I keep my head held high 
With my gun on my side, nigga
You know, this for my niggas in

many millions
Let me remind y’all, all my little sons
And for y’all haters, two big middle ones
Y'all ain't fuckin’ with us
Two big metal ones
You

me, it don't matter

There goes my baby
Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air
Hold this ready and I'm round
You hold me down, I'mma hold

I ain't going back and forth hey (JuJu on that beat)
I ain't going back and forth, I don't play no tennis with this bitch
Riding through Atlanta, my

you ain’t got no common sense
You got sick from tryna downing the bottle quick
See me and you we Opposite
Stop with this obnoxious shit
I ain’t got time

cold, fire different jags in a row
Pay me back before diss me like a hoe
My nigga pay me for a show
And I don't even show i slid by
I ain't flex I just

I ain't talkin' 'bout the DJ but I had enough (nigga)
And this ain't for the radio, keep this shit rough, nigga

I don't do the rims no more, I

the fucking EO
Niggas that hate me still come to my shows
Shawty ain't ready to fuck up my wrist, give a fuck about gold
Straight to the money and back

I stick by my code i ain't burning no bridges
I got steady aim so you know i ain't missing
You tweaking out bad like my bro he been glitching
They see

fed right
Counting green made bitches on red light
Count it, had her on read like
Had to cut it, she on red light
No time for her
Behind the money there

Ghetto Cowboy

Mo Thugs Family

Chapter II: Family Reunion

1998

of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to 
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for

Moon Rock

Travis Scott

Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho

2017

Been poppin'
Foldin' this money, can't make a knot
How not? High on moon rock
Y'all still locked
After 12, we hit the gate and flood the spot
6

Yeah bro, you know how it go (Yeah)
If it ain't about that dough
You already know (Word up) 
Later for that yo, check

I'm a Sometyme Nigga with

My day ones having motion I see y'all boys been slow poking
Yeah I'm a wavy nigga NoHesi just like the ocean
My nig ain't cig toking these back

Help Me Please

Z-Ro

Let the Truth Be Told

2005

never knew me 
Wouldn't take the fall for y'all so now y'all wanna do me 
I made it up out the hood and I ain't comin' back 
Unless I'm brangin' Lil'

just like a urchin
You ain't got probable cause no reason for blurpin'
I know it's my time as I sit by the curtains while they lurkin
Yeah fosho' it is

rip that rubber
Ima lay this pipe like a red light lover
Y’all some Wiley coyotes unholy rippin at chonies
See them smiling but they phony as them

grown
Now he hits on my phone
Told this bitch to leave me alone
Leave me alone
Do it by myself built me a throne
Y'all ain't want no statics
Cause I'm

cap rap y'all niggas doin
I swear to God, that shit be hurtin' my ears Man, fuck this underground shit
I caught that boy in traffic, turn on my