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Pushing weights that you ain't never seen
Mrs Charles to you niggas
My fingers create a murder scene

I hold my legs up for him while he push inside of me

know about that
Times a lil different now man we've gotten off track
I remember five-dollar hair cuts from Mr. Melton
Sippin on a cold Pepsi right behind

are new u might extend a red carpet Smokin sherbert lil nigga fuck the cigarrets
Got couple G ties aint even talk bout it
Look what i got on my wrist

about him every night
Goddamn i miss him
On the flight when G died
I was handlin' bidness
They left my baby by the dishes
Blind him in the kitchen
Got

Yah, yeah i can't help but talk by myself

I can't help but talk by myself
Just to feel less discouraged
Can't help but picture my ex when
I sleep

ya tho, Yep caught her Ass drunk by The exit door
You know what happened after That, rolled a Back
Blew a lil pressure just to bring Her back
Rub her

Niggas be talking dat shit but I'm ready
I'm cutting dope up like Jason and Freddy
I broke up with dat lil bitch at the wedding
I tell these hoes I

I don't really know you
But I still don't bang with you  ((yup
My sissy was your wifey
(Yeah she told me quite a few) 

((a lil something 
She would

say it's 50 for a 3.5
Lemme test the herb

Bitch said you gotta chase me
Finna check the whore
Spend a lil sumn while I spin
N get necked for sure

know that she'll
Alvita
Alvita

Paid a lil' fair on the East side high
Like, "Free Mr. Clark"
Lady upstairs 'bout to be so hot
Smokin' like "fix

I'd rather blow up then to blow from some becky,if ya got no control, you will be never ready,  call me Mr Sandler coz I'm clickin with the melody, like

Criminal Activity

The Mistahs

The Mistahs

G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's

(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in

Put the gas in the air i can start a hurricane
Smoking on slurricane committing suicide by the dutch
Bout to blow my own brain while I'm getting

Watch Your Back

Mr. Lil One

A Name You Kan't Touch

2002

[Mr. Shadow - talking]
Yeah, yeah, watch your back
Shit, Shadow, Lil One
Finga Delicate, E-Dub, ha
Watch your back haha yeah

[Mr. Shadow]
Shadow's back

custom-made it myself
I need a fridge just with the syrup

Was a shy kid, lately I been blinded by the lights
I'll buy a bitch I just need some comfort for

shawty loss this round flight of the bumble bee
They settle for a couple Ms like J I'd rather touch a B
Doors open for Mr Saint I got a couple keys
Test

Suck on her titties like sippy cup
She know im staying on my grind
Been by my side since the come up
Bitch I dont need no stylist
All my niggas we

pop up in a nigga mentions
I remember staying on the soufside catching plays by the Mrs. Winners
These niggas really beginners
Drop a dot and my niggas

And when I'm off red I'm mean
Like a train tryna blow of steam (Yea, yea)
I can't fuck with her, nah, that lil' bitch she too toxic
She keep tryna give me

off my conscience
The evils on us, Mrs. Johnson
I know the consequences
You embedded in us, hard to remember
When at the bottom, surrounded by soldiers

flows 
She's one of those a little psycho Ha ha ha
Like mrs smith and Brad Pitt
I love this b**** it go down down Down
Rumors says hills it has eyes
So

birthed me, all I write in this song
Sonny Hustle Gang, got us hyper
Mike introduced me to the gang that changed my life up
Lil Roddy, Man Man, Dion, we

'm slick with the pipe
This shit ain't just for the night
You gotta stay by my side
I might change yo life
Young nigga just tryna survive
Stay close to that

There's no any other solution but to fight

Mr. Pull Up Super Clean
Activate the magic huh
She never seen a Rasta do it like this rapping one
Told