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ain't clean, I don't have bank statements
I do it for my thugs getting P's on the pavement
You know I roll with my team I'm not into ice skating
Me

nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no

if he’s ready to clean his house up

If he’s not ready to clean

Man I gotta get it now
These niggas ain't ready for when I come
Here I come I need

reproduce
And we grind just to feed our youts
Getting by's like squeezing through
That's the cycle of me and you
We're designed to lose (IIIna di ghetto)

got a clean fork (ham)
Akhi tryna slaughter pigs, but he don't eat pork (brrt)
Loaded bank account, but I'll still come and freeze yours
Fully-modded

Don't try too hard
Just take it easy
N****s hate to see ya up let em see ya
Make em down by the next time that you see me

Don't try too hard
Just

Instinct

Tha Mexakinz

Tha Mexakinz

1996

to play, music was thumping
Females in the house put you in the mood for humping
Around like Bobby and Brown with "My Prerrogative" to light up
The spliffs

Lady Heroin

J. Flex

Death Row Archives: The Soundtracks

2007

and mad hurt
That's when this fly honey walked up to me
In a brown leather skirt
She sat on my lap
She said, "I heard that you rap
Well, I got some

so it evened out
We in your spot boutta clean you out
Out the house running in and out
Grinding cause my sister need a house
Gotta handle business I

Clean up a stain with a household name
You know the urge, I make you nervous
When I get on the plane

What do we dream when we dream we belong
All day

they see
Ain’t stoppin' till we gettin' justice in the streets
Move
Let him know that if he's not ready (Let em know)
To clean his house up (What should

That drank, that Fentanyl
I got some bitches that suck with big lips dog
Get through fucking your hoe, then we post at yo momma house
Shit was good,

near the minor
That was runnin' spots in both North and South Carolina
By Ninety I was already a crack legend
Pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac

be some real regulators
Fill the house like Shaquille and the Lakers
independent, having money like the majors
Brown rhyme sayer, kilo gram weigher

Barrio Dope

Payback Garcia

Brown Life

be some real regulators
Fill the house like Shaquille and the Lakers
independent, having money like the majors
Brown rhyme sayer, kilo gram weigher

my only job was Full Time Crime like I'm from the south
Introduce you to your new neighbors in the lonely house by the graveyard tryna write a verse

me clone it
Money getting mown like lawns
By the white house' yard
Ey, bills keep growing
It's the biggest part
Keep zoning out in this goddamn art

earlier on in the day
You're so selfish
You not the only one in school with a lot at stake to lose
You're a self centred coward, I won't clean you plate for

Shit God damn

I went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean

on our throat
Monetizing mind oh ties in through the dope and the coke so occult
Through the notes Nino Brown kill the hood but feed the poor

I'm

do it
Well, what did they say, Marty?
They said oh, Marty
Come on, you're parents
Aren't in the house
No one will see
Well, what did you say?
I said,

flicking off Taurus
Maybe at your cousin's house, dicking down your Aunt Doris
See, I say anything, whatever comes to mind, like
Remember when Kanye said

the Jeffersons, brown in the pot
Yeah, just come through the front
Public house is the cop
Do a spin move when I'm passing the rock
Unc' in the hole putting crack

like a phone in
A theater and make you silent
Queen Eva will defeat ya by depleting
You energy, so back up, dog
Ryan the Conjurer will abolish
You