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Bring It Back

Trouble

Bring It Back

the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood
But you ain't no motherfucking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take

real, lil' nigga you ain't right
And I hold my own, when I keep my pole, lil' nigga I'm just that type
Where you was at when we starvin' at night?
No

to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This

. Knox. (music turned off) 
There’s no limit to the imagination and human ingenuity. We are living in a wonderful time, Mr. Knox. I think this Enrico Caruso

I Get Money

Lil' Flip

I Need Mine

2007

ain't up niggaaa

[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I

all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call me
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
That go for each and everyone of you

I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung

away and was never heard from again because later that day 
Mr Hand flew to oblivion and was transformed by the universe 
To become the thing we all know

No Sleeep [Remix]

Janet Jackson

No Sleeep

2015

just a lil' more now)
We ain't gonna get no sleep

I go my way, you go yours
You taste real life, I taste tours (alright)
Sweet at first, but after

just a lil' more now)
We ain't gonna get no sleep

I go my way, you go yours
You taste real life, I taste tours (alright)
Sweet at first, but after

Yeah, they call me Mr. Lonely
You can see me but never know me
I got two friends, they're my homies
'Cause my left and my right are my only way to go

up myself, so I ain't owe 'em that
So fuck what a enemy think
I'm goin' hard, I'mma monster, we drink
Shout out to Louie V
Shout out to Lil' Snupe
He

No Limit Soldiers II

Master P

No Limit Soldiers Compilation: We Can't Be Stopped [Clean]

1998

for few days

(chorus)
We no,no limit soldiers
I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers

(magic)
Y'all remember me I'm the one they call mr. magic
Voted

[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It

[Mr. Shadow]
It is I

lobs
Call me, try to shoot you, bet I miss your ass in danger
Lil' clique gettin' into the chamber like the Long Ranger
Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin'

Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got

So what we supposed to do?
Got us yelling

Mr. Officer Mr. Officer 
Please take the red beam off of us
We ain't tryna end up in a coffin bruh
We just

hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call

and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

my weed, sip on my barre
We gone do it right, get a room later, ain't no hater
Can't fade her, hit the boulevard when I bounce rocket skater
Ima

crowned myself a boss (I did) young nigga I payed the cost (uh)
I payed 'em to take him off (woo) Mr. Perfect ain't soft (aye)
Kickin' in doors in often

shit cost
Raised by the pits and them rots we the mothafuckin big dogs
If it aint Pac Snoop or Dre
You ain't sold more than me and King Lil G
In the last

sheep for the lettuce
Get us
They judge us ain't ain't even met us
I gotta hop on my shit right quick
We swimming the current they trying to net us

all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please