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the cream
No j cole but I got
A dollar and a dream
Bout my pesoswon
Yen, and ice cream
Past ain't purty
Hope the future be clean
Tryna level up
Like prince

on some sour or some crip tonight
Homie, that's my kryptonite
Can’t fumble I’m just trying to get it right
Heard J-black is on his prowl
They said they love

bout ah sack
Throwin Fake Love But I had caught it like shaq (Gimmie Det)
So Imma Thug It By Myself Dets Det

2 bitches Kame To me but iaan kno who I

exactly how it was (I can tell it)
Lacking self-love, snapping off of drugs
I don't know what happened to me cuz (damn)
Ain't really happy as I was (real

Cross the Border

Philly's Most Wanted

Get Down or Lay Down [US Explicit]

2001

get street stripes like Carlito Brigante
Dog, I tax yall cause it costs to live
And still show no love like foster kids
I rent out homes in the hood

tuer le jour de paix, le lundi je repars au bonchar (Bang bang bang)
Bitch
La marijuana que je fume le resserve une place sur la lune (La mary la

Make It

Z-Ro

Life: The Making Of A Prophet

2002

out, to do me
Can't even relax, Mac 11 by the jacuzzi
Gangstafied, ever since then showing me love
And it don't matter where they at, nigga they gon

they going live
Now they all making a splash by taking a dive
I'm pressing toward the mark with eyes on the prize
No little red riding hood we know

Y'all, hey, for the hood too, in the mix with DJ Stylus, let's get it, let's get it, hey, look
It's Sonny Slick and I'm at it again Don't takin'

wants-ter
He'd love to suck your jugular
He's got no moral fibre
He's a nasty fly-by-night
A rhesus positive inbiber
And Peter Cushing's pushing
Half a fence

She's Feelin' Me

Choobakka

My Time

hoes don't get no love from me 
This is why this is the perfect team
Its Lady J and Bakka be	
Sit back up in the corner Black 
be easy here yo puff

caught by Coast Guard

Bredren, I'm on my way
Gonna meet you where you are
If you lookin' for me, I'm in that latest foreign car
Lookin' for na-na-na-na

Yeah I'm feeling just like ye I might just touch the sky
Feeling like a j I gotta get so high
And you can be in love still don't mean that you gone

trust in loyalty 
It ain't no love in business 
It's only lust from bitches that I fuck with ain't no different 
I can't trust nobody I gotta setup by

church And my dad is the goat cause he did it first
Talkin bout writin dem hits
Vocals smooth like prince
Then got inspired by my bro
Like I can dooo that

Yea, yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and, since I made it here

Fuck this hood dog, I'm getting out
Grabbing my keys and I'm heading out
All that tryna look out, you could forget it now
All that faking and hiding,

Hypnotize Cash Money

Three 6 Mafia

#1 Stunna [Mixin' Up S**t]

2000

featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys 



{Juvenile} 

How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out. 

With the Hot Boys and the Tear da

Buck da jack like Saquon 
I’m hood chef like Rakweaon
Heater on me I stay warm 
Make you tipsy dance like J-Kown 
Hot boi napalm
i’m who she put her

Niggas want my sauce, they want my flavor
I must be a god by the way that they praise me
Part of the squad, and that's why you hatin
You been a fraud, you

I ain't meet the plug but East J get the dough off
Felt like forever fucked around and almost dozed off
Hard earned money, yours gifted so yo dough

needa know
Lay it down Baker Beach she don’t need no clothes
Thicc mami call her Lana by the way she Rhoade

I turned my one love to two passions
Making

many hoes you would swear i was a pimp
Youngest motherfucker in my city
Did it by myself, fuck your crew fuck your committee
I don't care about

Hamilton back in the past counting the cash, I love to reminisce
Balling in Stockton like Stockton stealing your dream life you getting assists
Balling like