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what I’m riding with ain’t got ah safety


When I put this money in the bank
I don’t wanna hear your thoughts
I don’t wanna hear you think
Now its please

He's a Producer?
You wouldn't need a dime I get it all for you
Give out a permeant vacay from that job for you
Get a big crib that's exactly

brain, probably
I'm insane in the membrane, but if your mouth preaches too much
I'm in saint too, getting brains, probably
The way I get in your brains,

all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she

The grind is daily ya gon think
I'd overdosed in coffee
Been writing songs and think
I'd get by life and make some money

Listened to Kdot, Tupac,

spilled big deal got a whole block for a creant bill
Want tat no pat' get steamed on your block where your mumzy live thats a distill
This the I life I live

this? Damn is this
What success all about?
A bunch of niggas yapping like
Bitches with big mouth
And I'm not even to where
A nigga supposed to be
That's

was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees.  He saw the old guitar first, held high, then

Do for Self

Flipmode Squad

The Imperial Album

1998

homes, it was the end of me
back in the days, I'ma say like around your age
-what makes you figure that?
yo, I used to move the same ways
carying guns,

with my ruler
Look, little mama, this Big Daddy Kane will ruin ya
You need Dr. Dre to get biz on ya
So I slide to your crib and drop a few Crustified

forget it
sick of running from devils and witches
let's do this exorcism
Evil compels me to up and avert my image
til it's right side up I be sick

the branch
And if your girl tryna get a blunt with me I'm her crush
I told you I'm grinding for money though
Never putting my phone on a flirt mode
But I'm fly

about it or get what you need fa real
Don't let the days of your life pass by
Tomorrow's not promised today could be your last try
To get this life

you little rappers don't want, these hands
I will send you back words, fuck your ever after
No, you cannot be my bitch, cuz I won't be your master (No

You wouldn't cry, if I was dying, laying by your feet
I remember you saying, you wish I wasn't me
And I wish the same, in September, the pain will fill

crusade
But soon you'll be wearing a toupee
And true say, your crew strayed
You wanna join ours but you're
Too old and too fake
Get my name out your mouth

Wanna Be a Baller

Fat Pat

Greatest Hits, Vol. 2 [Screwed]

2004

outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, can't forget

answer them all
We don't front in this game we staying focus so we can ball till will fall
Everyday I get on my grind, nigga I'm running it up
Run up

got Glock 43, you play with me
This nigga gon' be around He tried to spend it by that hoe
I swear these niggas fuckin' south And there's no bully

Catch

use em,
a lip that was loose and that's why they would bruise em,
I was a big man packed into a tiny frame,
the kids laughed at me and picked on my

it's beef say nada like Shaka and dem
Protect your dreams when your young or they shattering them
My young G's like drake he be smoking blem
You can't

take your innocence
What you mean by we're friends?
Unless it comes with benefits, You can bend a dick
Cancel me in a coffin, Nail me to a crucifix
I

laughed and giggled
Ass big waist so little
Time's running little mama is you tryna wiggle
Give me some minutes
She said she need a hour
I looked at er like

Downing all the brown water
Drown on it
Dour by the pound
Got a thou on it
Luck was never up
Been working running for it
Fuck another moment
Want it