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Qwest hit me with a beat like he Italian mob
It ain't even beef no more
It's Hillshire Farm
I ain't gonna leave your family
Any time to mourn
My

please
Local rappers hit me up and talking shit when I'm talking cheese
Right around the time my lung collapsed had surgery like Eazy-E's
Just

them girbaud jeans
Lot of times when you hear my songs
I be talking about the old things
Three hundred on cult jeans
Keep something for the dope fiends

You was the one leaning up all up on me that day now am I right?
Am I wrong?
Hmm
Lemme just get back to this song
Back and forth
And back and forth

the hill 

Streams hit a mill 

Without a distribution deal 

You ain't do it on yo own my nigga

Let's be foreal 

My pops helped a lil but I started by

and I
Can you finish are you done yet I'm trying to make a song
And I can't come up bars if all you do is talk
I'm trying to take us to the stars

Y'all don't want none like napalm pop pop pop for the one like Raekwon
I just hope the doc don't wait long is he gon live na na that's Trey Songs
I gotta

and said fuck down time
I've been waiting for a change and it's bout damn time
Listen to the radio and all your gonna hear is damn lies
Rappers saying what

I ain't hit the gym
Every time I'm feelin' unaccomplished, then I hit the gym
Six out of seven days a week, dawg, I hit the gym
If you ain't got

more brakes
We pulling all night shifts
Still doing on type shit
That's why they on my dick
Frostbite wrist
Bitch look at all my drip
Slid on the song

couple times, becoming apathetic
Days go by one after one just like the names on guest lists
The freshest out the culdesac to cause catastrophe
You want

how PS a genius but he ain't even on genius
Just give me some time
I'ma make it I mean it
Always been a nice guy but my flow is the meanest
I'm in

stop it
We so deep in the whip
And she playing my hit
Rage the war I'm excited
I'm not wasting no time
I been chasing what's mine
You know I'm restarted

all on the dick, man that lil' pussy got some talent
Every time I get up in Orlando, I make plays like magic
She keep throwin back that ass and I keep

by the second
This good as goes
Im thankful for who in my section
To witness the show
Cause we might all need that message
The minute we low
Could use

to turn it up
Turn the music up cause you know we bout to cut it up
All that drama you can leave it at the door

We finna hit the stage, ain't gon' be no

you'll be either drowned or crushed
By what you're driving me to say because you drove me fuckin' nuts
All this anger I've been sitting on, building

fog
Was my mind
Like I was chased by a dog
Named time
I felt just like a cog
In line
Rolled downhill like a log
Get grind

I thought that people hurt

loIns you skIpped
PlastIc song
MIne, crown and pebbles are how
Her lastIng anoIntment gets gas. Con
Jew, my lIst
TIme bevels wIll cower
Passed the joInt

whethering a pet
You were my pro test by god first time
I won that but I lost you as mine
You gave me a second chance you lost your mind
Coz the first time I

In the Hood

Bun B

Restless

2006

eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth

bayou
I’ll try too
All of dis time sweetheart I was tryin to be ya man
Fuckin me over didn’t know that was your plan
You started changing your ways lil

and over and over
A hundred times
I let the forty off
At Point of America
Niggas scattered and I got
Enticed by all the hysteria
Who knew who knew
Who knew

What Part of the Game

McGruff

Destined to Be

1998

is bond, when P.I. hit the microphone, niggas took mics.
You got crack, what it cook like?
You got a song, what the hook like?
You got some money,