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Get Low

Roscoe

Young Roscoe Philaphornia

2003

let's get doe
If you a soldier, let's get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go

I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull

me
I'm in sync with all of my dawgs I got the recipe
God be blessing me cause I got brothas standing next to me
My texts are green turn on DND I'm

Make the city go rowdy, im tryna gettin rich
Nose gettin snotty, got slimes in this bitch
My brotha like hardy, we tied in this bitch
Can't get em

what's your game plan man?
Now my plan is to start making underground ties
But before I do that a brotha gotta downsize
So my bul Jae told me he would rent

rappers finna' get sold (Yeah)
Won't stop till' I reach my goal (Yeah, yeah, its lit)
What are you doing' layin' in your bed (Yah)
Get off of the couch,

gotta lift em up
I been in da trenches flippin packs
Im not a pop star
If im sippin lean
This that ac
This aint no wockhardt
Coach gave you time up in da

bitch

I'll have her huffing and puffin


Up on the ganja and my collar
Bitch get low like impalas

You know the dollar dollas help a brotha through these

last move
be that too
Jonny gatt in court with ammunition
on me
Yahweh knows my testimony
No faking, ain't no phony
Back in the hay, got plotted on by
my

chains
Young brotha
I was born in Weslaco
Knapp Medical Hospital
Doc, Delivered me to my biologicals
You know what means
Without getting philosophical

brothas inna coffin
Workin' on my goals so I can do whatever often
Reminiscent of the old days
Take me back in time when first heard that Thug Life
Take me

back, side to side
Lean with it, rock with it
Burn the mic, pop with it

I'm the queen of the game
You already know my name
Haters gotta love it 'cause my

Sex Appeal

Johnny P.

Back 2 the Game

2002

off Madison
Tryna walk a straight line
But I can't find a pattern in her
I looked at the door
Put my drink on the floor
Cocked my nine when I

of like being in school uhh

we dreams about every things

i make this game without play the hands

i try change but my head remember my pain

every night

everything's making since now 

Saving all my change because the rent ain't a game 
This game got brotha's changed and it's all in the brain 
See This game got

Look at the Grillz

Eightball & MJG

Living Legends: Chopped and Screwed

2004

spray broad day ain't nothing
The lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you want to
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by

You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo

you know I ain’t one for games I ain’t got shit to lose
We graduated from them streets in a major way
That’s why them niggas envy now because they had

that's the only thing

I've gotten to a very good place
Though all of my friends and mentors in the
Game have been reaching out to me trying
To encourage

Not Yet Free

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

"Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans"

In this land I can't stand or sit 
and not get shit thrown up in my face 
A brotha never gets

the birds
Catch him in the driveway
I had to hit him where it hurts
Gotta do it my way
they call me king like I’m Martin
Army 300 like we with the spartans

play the game
Til she wants her name on the jersey
Then I tell her okay her lane
Post up
That's all I'm trynna do
A break from my life's the excuse
Just

but he speaking on my name

It's fuckup up now my brother say I changed 
I had to change I'm growing in this game
straighten out the culture give a fuck

the game
Carving up my name
Set in stone left alone
Wikid Woadie in the zone
Never question my mentality
Broken by reality
Living Imortality
Lord just set me

High Post Brotha

Common

DJ Language/Sean B.

2002

he got money and thangs
But is he nice for you

He's a High Post Brotha
With money in his pocket
He got every-thing a girl could want
Think maybe