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Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where

no motherfucking plates
I gotta stick to the script
Some of my niggas they used to hit licks
Now I'm up and we used to the rich
We surrounded by

Gurls Wit da Boom

Proof

Searching for Jerry Garcia

2005

cause the Issey smell good on me
Plus she love to fuck, I mean the hood won't leave
Headed out the door and she pullin on my sleeve
Rubbin on my dick,

the answers

I could be on the block today by the corner store 
Where all of my young niggas dying to score
I grew up fr I'm really mature 
I heard when it

torches “hmmm”
I remember being young, young and numb
Everything in my mind undivided “Together”
An innocent toddler “Youngsta”
As I grew older, everything

and made a killing
(On my mama)
I'm in Gucci, all this Louis, they offended 
(They offended)
Gettin' top in broad day, this shit tinted
(They can't see us)

wrench
You fake Gs, now Gucci ain't make 'em prints
I'm still on a killing spree, put out a APB
You know I standin' in my bag, I'm in H-E-B
I'm goin'

flyer than a flight
(Than a flight)
Know some niggas in the hood who moving white
See a pretty little thing in my sight
(In my sight)
I'ma drop it on her

wasn't too fair
You in the hood all by yourself with nothin' to do there
I did shit for you that you won't even ask to do for me
I been up for weeks,

Infiltrate

Trillville

BME Mixtape

2006

Donnie Brasco-ass niggaz

Muh'fuckin snakes in the grass nigga (I see you)

Get ate up by these muh'fuckin sharks nigga

Knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah..

to an alligator
Im doing me like a masterbator
These niggas walk right past the paper
Gucci shades on my face
I dont see the haters
Swag on point sharp like a steel

a champ
I got stones on my belt 
hood know I'm Stamped 
I ain't ask for no help 
Picked up them loads 
Get em gone by myself 
Pass me that bowl I might turn

just feeling all the big black games
But you know I'm on the hood
Chilling with my niggas hey
And I'm smooking on the weed
'Cause I'm realy gay
Hey
But

love for 'em

If it ain't no drank in my cupholder, I'ma get some road rage
Wu-tang, I'm the method man, my killer Ghostface (uh-huh)
Tryna say my

These niggas lame, my niggas take chains
so please don't give 'em a reason (Please don't give 'em a reason)
Gucci bucket hat for my heathens, I

glued to my back I'm covered in Gucci and watching these niggas the pistol on me while I'm shopping at Saks Well fuck it I'm here for them racks I fuck

Ghetto Boyz ayy, ayy (yeah)

I got what you want, I got what you need
Nigga (Woo)
Get a check by my lonely, I don't need niggas
(I don’t need niggas)

bankrolls what I'm up against
Tryna leave the hood
So my kids can live better
I just wasn't shit
But look now I'm popping nigga
I use to stick niggas around

Main man swore the block was his, shining's his jig
Got no wifey no kids
Just been juggling his change on that Gucci and chains
On a mission to cop

raised in the hood selling T's to the Y
I was stuck up in the streets, gold teeth and a nine
Got my dad's crib nicked by the Jakes couple times
And they

Gucci
Parfum ak yeuré bou chère
Diow dou jipp boy reub khékhh
Fi ngay nieuw boy reub tête
(Fi ngay nieuw boy reub tête)
Yaaaaw
Souniou rapa complex

what they like
And they like dat huh dats what they like
Gucci shades, on my lil boosie fade
Fitted hat some days, throw back Oakland a's
And u like dat

over heels crazy in love my mind wasn't right
Blinded by hype and looking back in hindsight
(im a sucka for love)

I guess that's why I spent my time

hallways
Glock in good hands like I had Allstate
But now I'm the man
I drew up a plan and I got my mom straight
Look out for the fam, I sold by the gram
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