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you mek it, yuh sell out or ah sacrifice
Dem just ah run dem beak
But talk is cheap
If dem ever get me, dark, cah mi gun dem beat
Man don't grow

in the field you get wet
Like arcane and that mole rat
From Chuck E cheese, nigga let's take it back
Caught flaggin' by the stove
Nigga hopped out

love the green you’d swear I was Irish
I write my bars and sell them by the jars
(jars) the fiends here can’t get
Enough, like El DeBarge, know why?

My niggas is very persistent and ferocious, 
My bitches too,
One might be your hostess, 
Get you poked quick,
By someone you close with, 
Retaliations

there pull out a gun Shoot everyone it will be fun
Grab shit fast come on run
Oh well now Your dead six feet deep Buried under cement
I'm not bent Your

okay, cause I'm blessed, shoot like Klay out west
And I just met this bitch three hours ago, I'm playin' with her breasts
It's crazy all the shit you

Thugged Out

Young Buck

T.I.P. [Clean]

2005

head bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat

We haven't spoken in a while, do u miss ur son?
Go and love someone else, I'll still hug a gun
I still feel like I don't want to exist
Everyday I'm

hand
So im feeling like the man yea the man of the year
Or the man of the hour
Out in LA puffin on grade A boa you still smoke sour
Nah I'm feeling too

Burn that nigga free!!! 

[Verse 1] 
Yo, 
NASTY NAS ain't ridin' on the FREEWAY 
Hell no we bang out on the FREEWAY, crash on the FREEWAY 
Haterz waitin'

is sadness with fangs (aye)
Hope is passion with wings (ya)
Time to pull out my wings 
Or maybe to hide in the shadows
Or sell my soul to the gallows
I

grandson from Unity, the Baptist church (uh)
She never thought I carry guns and sell crack for work
Told me, be a better man, guess that ain't work (sorry,

hit, where you at? come match me
All out that backseat, bend that corner, reach for his hip he a goner
Shits burn like sauna, sweat on his body, so how

Hunnit grams of dog, I can get it gone by this evening
If God came to the trap, I'd serve Jesus
Where the fuck the opps at? Them niggas ain't breathin
Pop

keep a 40 by my crotch
It ain't shit to get popped
Pull up pop pop Ray Allen with the shot
Carry guns like the swat
Niggas flexin like they real when

a gun out the holster
Plantation overseers, prisons
Filling their quota they call us niggers
They call us thugs
Say we all good for nothing
And we all

nothin bitch I'm hot like a muffin
Yo mama made me cold fresh out the oven
I sell fake IDs and their all mclovin
And I'm lovin it
Like mickey deez
You know

the usual.
Thug with a gun. Tryna sell Pharmaceuticals
Numb from the drugs I'm abusing
No schooling, fooling
Man you're delusional
Tell me how you figure that

Niggas showed me big guns with this
Drum it ain't with a tech
This how you separate us killas with
A fade and some dreads
I hate the music niggas make now

Questions (Game Show)

Shystie

Diamond in the Dirt

2004

to sell crack to put clothes your back

Look don't stereo type me because I'm from the ghetto
I ain't buss no guns or drive by's so just settle
Shit what

a straight cannon
N' I'm getting the cake can
N' I be out the state tanning
Eating on baked salmon
I'm straight scrambling
Tryna' sell a gram of Ye
But ya

a straight cannon
N' I'm getting the cake can
N' I be out the state tanning
Eating on baked salmon
I'm straight scrambling
Tryna' sell a gram of Ye
But ya

of a feather be flockin together i'm willing to bet that you both fine,

Man these crackers been pushing the goaline,
Think i ain't notice,
Want me to sell out

steady the stainless (hah)
Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys, and Ranges (brr)
Rap nigga go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (hah)
Get niggas