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with haterade
Play it cool and shade, 'cause my name hold weight
Boy don't try to step up to her if your pockets on Chris Rock
Ain't balling like Chris

Shit bad for your head, that tops
We fuck, then he always swap
For the same hoe with my Pops
Pull a kick, though, with my Pops
But I never back, though,

me from Skeng
I been admiring your style, your fresh cyaa end (Yeah)
You remind me of somebody but prettier
And no, I don't lie, don't think I'm

why it gets you dead

[master p]

You see a wise man told me to keep your eyes on a sparrow
And don't get caught up like my lil' homies harrold

lames 

Tired of your crap

Put on for the city 

We win by committee 

Why I’m never scared 

I know that you with me

They want to be 

King with

And I don't really wanna go back to that shit
But I'm glad to have like twenty-seven fans that be fucking with me
Stall my entrance into the real world

be chilling in the club every Friday 
I know i am realer, on top like a winner
Keeping tabs on my dealer
She bout to turn me to sinner
I got bitches

pop your cherry niggers
Used to say wait 'till you see
Me on the telly niggers
Turn on your cable guy and Jim Carey niggers
You probably saved my life

work, no roster
Got a team full of beasts and monsters
Never could win no Oscar
Never see me with these imposters
I don't want to be no doctor
As long

faces nothing basic

Bitch more racks then your mom
Pull up shoot up your prom
Hate don’t do me no harm
Keep them hoes on a farm

Chicken heads looking

the fellas
I don't feel like I connect with my men in the audience
As well as I do with my, uh, prepubescent girls
Where my fellas at? Fellas?
Yo fellas,

going back broke
And yall can't get a thing from me except a laugh and the joke
So fuck them handouts we don't need em now
Fuck your feature nigga you can

Innocence

Orange 9mm

Pretend I'm Human

1999

You cry slow
If my brain blows a fuse then, 
I'd go into hiding for my safety 
Don't make me turn this thing on and go crazy
Dust off my crazy
This

you want me to say?
I don't need you anyway
Cut the ties, won't be back, bitch
Don't tell me anything
Keep the notes in your bag that
I sent you every

Hot Shit

HAWK

HAWK [Chopped and Screwed]

your mouth wide, eyes looking all cross eyed
Sitting low on buck hide, steering wheel on the right side
Don't high side when I pass by, toots my horn

back and your body like whoa
Real freak how you do me like drogba
Gyal so proper
Whine up your bumper
Course you can keep that jumper
I come with fire in

money
I'm really bugging
You niggas fronting
Y'all bars ass
Y'all trash bags
Don't think of nothing to really write back
Before you get hit
With two he's

don't even care
And I am getting twist up like a bunch of curls
That bad b!tch with a big back I want her
We hop in the whop, we hop in the coupe

some cheddar
These n**** gon' leave you froze, busy choking of hiccups
By the time these n**** blink up, better be ready on your feet up
Man, this one's

you inspired that (Oh yeah)
Two jobs and a school
Your mom ain’t raise no fool you just need a good man you require that
And girl it seems (Seems)
You

Muhammad, have come to you from Him as a warner and a bringer of glad tidings
Seek the forgiveness of your Lord, and turn to Him in repentance, that He may

shit lit and
Don't turn into ashes
But I'll never burn ya
if ya burn me
I'm burning your mattress

Can I Get Some

King Just

Mystics of the God

1995

Casualty, wept over the whole fuckin galaxy
Battle me, your styles a game like Sorry
Or like Atari, I'm gnarly just like a Harley
Davidson, I take

Realest bitch up out the south
Keep my name up out ya mouth
'Fo me and Ke pull up and blow your fucking brains out
Ain't no going back and forth
I pull up