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I Was in L.A.X, then I hit a move
Gave a lil swoop a 100 dollars
Just to take me to Dave's Hot Chicken, wasn't disappointed
I just pulled up

My Life Is Sweet

504 Boyz

Ballers [Clean] [Bonus DVD]

and I ain't came out of my pocket since
See all these chicks wanna get with me
Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City

[Chorus - 2x

money on table, then Ima kill then

Fuck that we can get em up, I’ll drill each nigga 1 by 1, I’ll eat a slug for my son, made realer than these niggaz

So cold might get signed by death row
Pulling strings I don't really gotta fret though
I've been really staying down that's ten toes
I been really

and homies with Rugers
Was trading out Jesus for Judas
Try 'em for change and they turn into shooters
I went to church cuz I knew I was foolish
Got me a job I

until we blow
Tryna keep my distance tryna keep it on the road
No drive by we gon walk em down stand in the middle of the road
Rolling woods gon patch it

get to the point where we poppin out (Let's turn up)
Big ass hill if you think we toppin' out
Just now winning, how you think that we stopping now?
We

niggaz, we will dump shit on sum dumb shit
Pulled the chop out the borg trim longcoat and the opp tried to jump ship
Nigga implied i set a hit on his boi,

London Blues

Lacrim

R.I.P.R.O, Vol.3

I'm flashy, they pull out they cameras
Left 'em in a state, I flew into Canada

They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive soles,

a nigga bitch then I hit it once, nigga take your hoe please
Steady talking on that savage shit, all you niggas really know me
Ten, 11 nigga fuck 12, I

MOTHER
TcKE Yc HOME TO THE VILLc
GET YOU TcNGLED IN THE COVERS
HcVE YOU CLcWIN' cT THE SHEETS
SCREcMIN' DcMN THERE GOES cNOTHER

YEcH, BcBY YOU KNOW THcT'S

get turnt to a spliff
Hold on, I'm feeling the vibe, let me dumb it
I'm finna go sick, I ain't stopping for nothing
My anger be sudden, I really be

Get up out my way
I been on a roll boy you know I'm fired up
You ain't even saying anything that's real
That's the shit that I'm tired of
You fugazi

Trife Livin'

Turk

Young and Thuggin'

2001

case
I do my dirt by myself
Round get erased
You get down bad with me round
I'ma spray you down like a roach in tha project
Either get it in your dome,

Had it all now I'm broke 
Grab the world by throat 
Gimme back what you owe 
Miss the time on the road 
Riding back with my bro's 
Don't get caught with

wana back door
But I can't let it slide door
Body's gone hit the floor

No hand outs cause I said ima get mine
Went inside of Gucci an I seen it was

shortcuts in my life
Blacker berry sweeter juice I keep models by the deuce
They gon call it section eight how I squeeze em in the coupe
Like they tried

agree, I'm from SD and I won't flee
Gee what a guy, that's what they say
C-H-I-C-A-N-O de San Diego
Gotta give my Q-Vo's to all my primos out in Los
Oh so

it out
Had to carry the wtaer gang was In a drought
Showed em the vision we all make it out
Millions of times in my head there was doubts
Batted em off

my neighbor
Unh
I hype up my own ego
Hit them notes
Get them C notes
Address bitches like keynotes
Keep up coppin my theme hoes
Lay up on em like D

Its Not A Game
Its Not A Game
Not The Game Eye
Would go out there
And die for
Go out there
And die for
Hey

HeyAyeAye
Mmmmmhmmm

YeahAyeYeah

Heat sensor on the 'R, call me Call Of Duty
He a street fighter, hit his ass with the Hadouken
Back doored by a bitch, that shit too flukey
Gravitated

old boys out there with my old girls

Call em captain save a hoe the ship set sail
With this rapping Jumay is more like a sensei
Ain't no hero zero zero

something I don’t kno
This 9 let out bullets like romo
You niggas will get ate like ocho and I be shining in here like soul glo
It’s NLC up next chicken we