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Been made an M, could've bought a Bugatti
Them just some cap-ass niggas who 'flodging
And it ain't no way, I ain't talking 'bout Jose, fifty-five with

passing by, in overdrive I see no remedy[00:42.65]For the blinding the cause was the people ahead of me[00:45.37]Not being present in full with people was

wanna do ya dance step,  2 step with the drink in they hand wit they hands up, 

If it's beef than you already got ya hands up, plus you standing up, so

Show you the man but alone off camera
Can't you survive without device
Dictate ya whole life and who you like
Notched in line full of lies no surprise

told y’all before, 
Fly Guy got the 50
Head shot, red dot on ya neck like a hickey
Just watch who around you cause shit getting tricky
I know she

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

AJA

The Rest Is History

2004

a meal from Fom
Fom is the quiet type, silent and deadly

You play with his money now he's violent and ready
They was partners - betrayed by his own

Simba
Hakuna matata-ta, got claws, yeah, they clap at ya
Got a 50 on me, pull up, twenty questions on me
Asuna go get the strap, I'm beefin with

War Witcha Homeboy

Young Buck

Case Dismissed!: The Introduction Of G-Unit South

2006

(Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, let's git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my

(speaking)
Uh! Watch your step! It's no joke out here, watch your rep!

Ain't no joke to provoke a top seed
For those who smoke and they got they

always get paid never by the hour
I devour any fool who tries to step
And fuck that fake ass crew you rep
No regrets I'll just buy them all out
Money talks

you a tank
Fat shit gang he got hit by a g thang
Turning heads in this bitch he got hit with a fn
He a sweetie I got him set up by his best friend
We

With a 30 I feel like the man
I do not fight so don't come with a poke
Don't lack this shit no joke
Too many guns I don't know what to blow
Try

loot-loot
On the cypher with lieu-lieu
Who had a clue, clue?
(Clue, clue, clue, clue)

You stupid
Crack inside my pocket, I might use it
Coughing pack got me

they ready to eat 
I tell em Bon appetite if you sit at the table you know it’s a fee
I put her head head by her feet when I jump in that pussy she know

three star, drawers say P.R
You know whose these are, girl, what's up?
I'm in Hollywood, walkin' with a dip
So your ex get cropped if he ever in

50, either hate it or love it
Bad bitches overrated, and they fuck up your budget
If I'm beefing with my dog, I won't never discuss it
I'ma shoot my

(Waiting on 5.0 with this nigga Tymecheck)

Back it up, turn around, keep it moving, shut down
It's Manslaughter, caught up in the game, look at you know

you some, get you some

Fifty for the watch, a hundred for the bracelet
I'm headed to the top, I can damn near taste it
I represent my block

and you're partially the reason
Why it's happening (Bad bitch)
Niggas wanna shoot me, but they fidgeting
And all that side talk
I feel like killing' it (Lah,

you no more
Bitch I been blessed with this luck 
Like a charm
And I do this for all the above
I'm out here doin' bad 
But know that I'm good
Try so hard

Leading me to employ every obstacle
In my life to reinforce denial
Gripped tight by the vines in my backward smile
If this too shall pass
I don't blame you

life
Heard chance come with a price, if you ain't take a chance you ain't gone get no bands
So I gotta get my hands dirty
Went to sleep at 3 I'm right

1 Sec

Mumdance

XL Recordings: XL Chapter 6 [LP]

2015

the mandem own
IPhone swap it with a brick phone
Hit road, get dough, then we hit home
Ain't got much so man'll by clothes
Trust me I don't wanna be broke