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Want you to have a good time,
So I make sure to take mine,
Hands run between her thighs,
Til they reach her pantie line,
From there we make our way up,

Want you to have a good time,
So I make sure to take mine,
Hands run between her thighs,
Til they reach her pantie line,
From there we make our way up,

Uh
Ima start this shit at eleven fifty seven
This shit gone end at twelve o'clock
Lets do it
Hannn

You can't judge me off my past
And off my dirt I

Manifested by myself and many others
You know what it is

I think I'm omniscient, think I'm all-knowing, my mind blowing up
My brain is deficient,

of time just a little bit (a little bit)
Pardon me yo I’m on some 50 Cent shit (a little bit)
The way you movin’ them thighs got me on the rise
Go from

Living by sword dying bout it should be simple
I'm on her mind cuz I always get the mental Doing them hits you better treat em like they Missions

L
So high that I'm nervous as hell
Fuck waking up sober in jail
Hit fifty fit for some shell
And I drop the top so the wind
Can blow on through my

like this
Now my neck decorated
And I'm icing my wrist
That's a 50 pointer baby
Look like Jordan in 6
All these blue bills baby
Look like Nip with

SNAKEZ
You know I’m Riding wit My dog til the tank empty
Only trust a few
Niggas stay snitching
And I do it 4 my folks
Locked in state Prison
Pop

been crisscrossed by my brothers I'm like fuck bros
Hope they think i'm lackin
Try it and it's gun smoke
Brody shoot the glizzy so much
I think the gun

Know you got pain
From your past life
I'm so ashamed
Because man like
Can't take a ride
So you hang tight
We can go hide out like Anne might
Pen all

(Ball)
Made fifty, now I ball like a Pacer (Yeah)
Made a hunned, now these problems keep chasing
By December, I'll have a lot of chains swangin' (Damn)

I'm Heart broken
can't be healed by the doctors
This shyt is heavy no dr. Sebis checking me Chakras
Dreams of pulling up in the phantom while singing

Kick it with me are you riding? lets roll
In the 5-0, gone in sixty
Or I ride slow, kinda shifty
No Elenor, I’m too thrifty
You’ll never know, what your

Smoking with my pops you rolled a skimp put some more in that wood
Memories gone last me til I'm gone I been focusing up
I know they gone feel me now
I

Boys at War

The Hot Boys

Guerrilla Warfare

1999

fire 
And I puff til its gone, boy I'mma a rider 
Strap up 'cause its on 
What!!....Nigga thinks its cool to not wear a vest no mo' 
Boy in this war,

on nigga, title’s mine for the taken
Last one lost they job ~ i’m looking for replacements
Every king needs a queen - til then THE THRONE VACANT
Fuck you

Pockets big as Joel Embid
I'll hang a nigga by his rosary
Think a nigga ain't gone step til a nigga get stepped on
Need my Sprite looking like pepto
Big

a microphone
When I'm gone
My legend gon' live on
And they gon' sing my songs for generations to come
Kids at they lunch table arguing who the best out

after goals
You doing nothing lately but know how to do the most
I'm a king but I'm treated like the goat
When I showed 'em $50,000, you should've seen

got played by a shorty
Now I got a few zeros, shit IRS might report me
(Ha, ahh, huh)
She put her ass in my face
They can tell I'm from the Sip, but I

fifty
Hell nah ian missing
Its a beam on a glizzy
Boy its time to get busy
When I slide though the city
Spin a block til I'm dizzy
7.62 boy they shooting

(uhh)
im bout to fuck her one time if that pussy hit right we gone make us a sequel (uhh)
this nigga keep sayin he gettin it (Damn)
he broke cuz he cant

boot up got the beans on me 
Don't lose us we gone speeding 
Spaceship coupe rollin thru the city
Ima beat the pussy til she eakin
Manifest or die trying