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I KNOW A GUY TO SHOOT THE VIEWING UP, HE A TOMB RAIDER…

I AIN’T KNOW YO BABY MAMA WAS PREGNANT IMMA WOMB RAIDER….

I WAKE UP WHEN THE SUN DOWN WHERE

spaz different
You ad libbin
I really done did I brag different
You cat fishin
You gettin FaceTime with Nick Cannon
I got four doors on my ride but I'm

wells fargo
And thats how far I'll go and you know I'll do it
But they want us out them cunts in a dog house
Shoot up their house cause thats all we know

You never know what im up to
Nigges talking about the truth but ain't nothing true
If you pour less than two i don't fuck with you
When you see me

Where da Hoes At

E.S.G.

Shinin' n' Grindin'

1999

opened up the shop, you know we gone wreck it

[E.S.G.]
See I hear they talking down and the boys spreading rumors
National club hoppers, and all you

to basic
I Run sand across the bay, rock to asics
Not facing any space that's sick saintless
Nick Saint shit
Coming down your chimney naked
Limitess, art

MOE
SK BY THE STOVE OHH
REALLY KICK YA DOOR OHH
SEE ME FEE FI FOE OHH
WOCKHARDT GOT ME SLOW OHH
OHH
OHH
OHH

SLOW DOWN BITCH I AINT LAZY
BIG OZs IM

Enough is enough
Listen
Yeah
Tear us down one by one
Nigga never that
Killing all our soldiers, we just frustrated voters
Bebe kid's mindset we ain't

HanGin up stockings meant 

that they was layin out offerins for Baal and his fleet 

Why you think they depicted Santa as a pilot cause he 

Was obviously

I ah have my youngins pull up hangin' out the window, ain't no talkin' now
You better have that glizzy pussy, boy, when it's time to spark it out
See

down if u aint wt it
Im not working for no pinchon
Free my nigas for they lynch em
Soldier stand up at attention
R.I.P BG I miss ya
Forty Acres n a mule

down if u aint wt it
Im not working for no pinchon
Free my nigas for they lynch em
Soldier stand up at attention
R.I.P BG I miss ya
Forty Acres n a mule

(Remix - Remastered)
Wakin up on a Monday again, and thinkin it was on a Sunday i'm in
Sleepin' with the stress and believin' one day i would somehow

ol’nick
Shoulda kept your mouth shut
Don’t feel bad for this dumb slut
Pussy built like a doughnut
My WAP taste like coconut
If you mad hoe just say that

bitch pull up with a cannon like Nick drumkit
Never look me in the eye you might get dumb sick (Ooh)
Hottest rapper with no fame (ha) Leave a pussy in

work
Yea cant let nobody hold you down baby

[Verse 1 (Ness)]
Hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lord
Locked up wit a bad case of hemorriods

phone home
Make movies like Pixar
Preach the work like a scripture
Made it all by my fuckin self
So you can miss me wit dat lecture
If her ass fat I might

sippin'
Remix the mist and relive it
Mistake it and I'm defending
Like politicians if you don't do nothing just pay ya dues
Be-Jay knew to pull a tech

you if you get in the field with me
Don't hate that bitch kuz she feeling me
I take impressions seriously
Up the score go to war girl we getting it in

I took it to the head it went straight to my liver
we be on that gas I ain’t talking bout a fill up
I be on that ace you would think my name was Jigga

(Nick on the track)

I just got a new opp
Finna pick his ass up at Cookies
Seventy-five dollars an eighth
 but the nigga gas good lookin'
Pull up

Same Ol' Bitches

Kingspade

Kingspade

2004

of the bus 
With the system banging face down ASS UP! 
I'm a skinny motherfucker with my hand on my dick 
Come through fucked every last bitch in your

big
And ain't lock us up for bodies that they know we did
That M shit clean you out like ammonia
Imagine '89 fuckin' Appolonia.

Last name Robinson,

down 
Got a home loan two story house 
Somewhere that the kids can play 
She love the water got a spot by the lake aye
I'm out of the game that's