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young buck'll get that dough
Play Eminem and 50 Cent like they was tic-tac-toe (who?)
Respect they game but shoot one and check they frame
Make sure

if I die
They won't give my mama a dime

That's why I'ma get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, niggas talkin' ridin'
Slidin' drive by but ain't shootin'

Uh-ha

Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't

I'm from where them young niggas ain't scared of nothing
10 years ago drinking tussy
Nutting off all in public
Drive-bys in broad daylight its

Ancient aliens, hoping out the mother ship
Fiends knew mе by my government
Right wherе the oven went
Bass and percussion hit
Sort of like Gordon Liu
Keep

Rider

Tela

Suave House: The Album of the Year

1997

to clear the shit up
For what, I seek steel, I get stuck
I play jacks on the year like Bill Rodell, get hit by a truck
Bent the fuck back, despite

K's Up

Crips

Bangin' on Wax: The Best of the Crips

kill your all ass Slob, you better get my shit back
 I bust your ass my muthafuckin' ?? nigga"

[AWOL]
By now you should know that this is the be	-K,

Let's Ride

Conejo

Fallen Angel

2001

to take neighborhood
that have been terrorized by members of the Harpys gang

[James Hahn]
This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from
operating in

Black or White

Sunz of Man

Saviorz Day

2002

of gettin' money how Bill Gates is
Young lives being taken by the .45
Genocide'll rise 'til glory die
Every other hour more bullets fly
Victim

K's Up

Bloods & Crips

Bangin on Wax

1993

kill your all ass Slob, you better get my shit back
 I bust your ass my muthafuckin' ?? nigga"

[AWOL]
By now you should know that this is the be	-K,

On this beautiful day
We tryin' to take a break
From that gangsta life in the bay
We got that charcoal on standby
And meat by the pounds
I'm talkin' gallons

Haley's comets that visit
Bombs in ya district
Similar to Gandhi wit' vision
Explosive shit, and 16s the most you get
You want more you gotta pay
I'm

mothafuckers be juggin' just to get by
You can find me and my homies on the West side
Yeah you know that that's right
Yeah, and I ain't never been a lick
I

was like fifty in five shit, I hope you don't mind
But you ain't gotta wake up tomorrow, do it again like
Reason, closing the window of time
But I'm

keep a 50 like Corey Maggette
I'm a hood legend, I'm done with that
Pull up in the sky, you think
You fly, this G8 shit, i'll bomb a jet
Boy, I got

of my respect
I'm dropping bombs on these fuckers how they talking bout my flex
Praise god for these come ups look up uh
17 O'3 got that bushmills in my

hate it’s astounding
It’s God bless any label that found me
I’m the bomb like I put up a wild three
I’m LeBron I got shooters around me
Yankee 9 fifty my

bombs and I’m talking Batista
Ditch y’all with nothing like Mrs. and Mesta
I’m just needing head I ain’t text cuz I miss ya
Don’t get me pissed off, I

Rush

Pacewon

Won

2002

I sell fifty dollar clips at the colleges
to future lawyers, optometrists and magazine columnists (huh)
Ghetto politics, I drop a load
of raps that

The Clock Is Tickin'

Woodie

Yoc Influenced

1999

I would live
To see the age of 21
I grew up paranoid
When I often sleepin' with my gun
50 dollars by my purse
Strap a sawed off one shot gauge
Since

digits 
Spin back around yea we coming consistent 
Big ass 50 and it’s chunky like a fat guy
Nine real pretty put a dick in the backside 
Nigga said what ?

And all you mothafuckas wonder why I like to brag it
Consequences fatal only if you make em
A bargin with a plee with 50 and I'll take em
Add another 16

Your rapper, he's whack
Does he even try?
Can he do what mine do?
Think you should say goodbye.
Get up on the mic like a five on a fifty.
Quickly

scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's

So what