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'Cause they get tosses and find out they can't win
And they can't 9 times out of 10
When I join my family, multiply with ends, [unverified]

One family,

Roll a wood and get high 
Take a trip to the sky 
Ride fly 
Drive by 
Bitch I'm from the Nawf side 
Run hide
Might die 
Bitch you chose the wrong side

to chop a n***a down
(Chop em down, chop em down)
On stage I can hear the roars from the crowd
Feel like 50 cuz I know they love a n***a style 
Sell out

don't ask me
They ask how I'm doing I pull out da cash
I got the dream whip I'm doing Fantastic
Rocking retros, got on the tens
Sports coupe yeah no Benz

on the Glock, won't miss 'em (brip)
(Skrt skrt) The coupe go missing (uh)
The birds, I sense 'em
I'm too sick, you can tell by the symptoms (bitch)
I don't

shit get tragic, huh, pop a fuckin' ten into a twenty into a thirty, huh
Out my fuckin' body, I'm a ghost and I'ma hunt you, huh
Turn yo' bitch around

Balling out of control, receiving them scholarships
Baby while we're confident her loving I gets all of it
Smile is hard to miss, being around her is

Feeding percs to our sons
Gotta figure if it's worth it 
Just to keep a lil pump

Indoctrinized to get bread 
But we fighting for crumbs 
They out here treatin us

Don't Stop

Spice 1

Souls on Ice

1997

blaze em up with AK's, double my clip and we dip
Set trip and get hit, flip Crip or get zipped
Run with the Crips, catch me clumsy in the 6
6 rag

the One sending em
2 am she posting photos I'm betta Killa cam
Everybody wanna be a killa, ain't no One standing out
Ah, Ah
Everybody rock wit kevo here I

They get mad I'm counting all these bills (cash)
Beansprouts shipping out the package sealed
(Package sealed)
If you need some drip then you know
I got

of my bitches they get to them racks[00:52.59]Yes imma like when he hit from the back (mmm)[00:54.76]Taste like a tropical Fanta[00:56.79]Sit on his lap

duckin', free Tez
I'm still duckin' (free them boys)

Get in there, Fendi winter gear, you ain't got this (yeah, yeah)
Hit the yams, your bitch and in

mean

Cause they blinding-

My - face






Ima a dog

But - I never chase

-these women

I hit - and erase

These bitches

No there’s not - a stain

I'ma empty the rest
First be the M, now I'm facin' the ten
Pull up and sweep 'em, heard he got swept
I be with demons, 'ooters gon' step ('ooters gon'

We ten toes and one up
I ain't come here to chitchat
We got none to discuss
My young ball a loose screw
He certified to hit sum
Choose a side

get a back end put it up
You the type see yo first ten and you fuck it up
Now you tryna get a front little nigga out of luck
These exotic bows go for 34

co-pilot[00:39.54]No more comin' out sideways[00:41.29]Talk shit, they gon' speak to the cannon[00:42.95]They jackin' my flow like a bandit[00:44.46]That shit get old,

SOUND SO GOLDEN WHILE Yc STYLE IS STOLEN
I LEcVE EM BRUISED cND SWOLLEN, BEcTEN BcTTERED cND BROKEN
MY BEcT CONCOCTIONS SO POTENT, I LEcVE THE CLUB

'bout
I'm really selfless, get with me and you'll see what I'm 'bout
Just do what's best for you don't worry about them people hating
Forget about 'em in

foe
Tell me what's going on
By the end of the song
Another memory gone
I can't figure this out
So I try to always keep em guessing
Why I feel like my

long, long
Gon get it up
Treat you like an enemy & beat it up
Bow Bow Bow
TKO that's a knockout
I'mma Beat it up & knock it back out
Eat it like

the stairs
Even if you bare your soul, your skin, and shave off your hair
They'll still feed you to the lions, charge 'em ten just to stare
They loot all your

Yeah we back on this again
From the back to the front, everybody getting lit
Do ya dance, hit yo stance
Let 'em know you big again
If they ever try