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SICK
BEAT RIDE IT LIKE A WHIP
KNOW WE BLOWIN' BY THE ZIP
TELL EM' LIGHT THAT SHIT

NO SWITCHING I'M A STICK
TO THE SCRIPT LIKE THIS
ON MY SOUTH EAST SHIT

South With A Gangsta Bitch
We Double Team The Competition And Load The Amunition
So She Can Rock The Cock While I Cock The Glock
Pop, Pop Drive-By

Bouncin' ass north to south like I'm 805
Pack of hungry wolves wheels, watching wishin' they can have
This big Daygo dyme shine 47th and Magnus
It's up

Nigga I'm Bout It

U.N.L.V.

6th & Baronne

1998

ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake

crazy, had to tell her ass
"Bye bye" (Bye bye)
I8 Bimm', finna watch me fly by (Fly by)
Smoke yo' homie and watch you cry
Bitch, bet not be outside

looking back on it now
Saw my first strap at fifteen
I was just chilling at my pal's
He let me hold it, oh, fucking hell
That could've went south
But

the government
Harassed and beat down by the police
That gave him a cold heart, he never had peace
Yellin’ to the Lord like what’chu want from me
Didn’t even know

Fifty racks for a show
Bro had them packs
He moved em' by the loads
Run out of a bag
Then we call for some more
We switched up the game
Now they call us

Reality Rap

Infamous Mobb

Reality Rap

2007

touched
Catch you at a show take your 'dro take your ice
Catch you on the island while you rocking on the mic
Sending kites from down south
Cut that

I cant see you
Brixton street gym
Man like diesel
Roach mans older
Pure composer
South side soldier
Take no order
Wise like yoda
Green like yoda
When

Where we was bless
With kings and renowned figures
Know killers
With diamonds and gold things
In your last know address
Ransack by gold diggers
At my

like Trae the truth
Drop that top and let that bass knock
I rep the South til my face blue
Carolina to Port Arthur, For Bun B, gotta keep it Trill
Rest

Cuz you're all in my dreams and I might need a taste 
Just a lick, just a little bit
Pop you in my mouth like Ritalin 
Go way down south like I'm

Walk around like I'm the champ with that belt like Ryan
Hook line em, Muhammad, knock out Mike Ty'
Beat the beat I produce by myself, I'm nice
I'm

need and can't afford
We shall take by force
Lightning battles and fruit salad
Pineapple surprise
Gripes
And whorish eyes
Camels ride
Questions rise

to me ride
From hard porn to the nice girls their kissin me Hi!
That's da rhythm from my Italy, South Sicily, side
Cool like Mountain Skiing in Austria

Aye Kai, you anti
Same
Don't want your heart, then bring it to me
757 is where I'm gon' be

Up in the crew in the sun by the sea
Counting my name up

gone fly
Put it on boss, so I won't lie
I used to be young but I'm grown now
Hit a few licks, so we known now
Kicked a little south, so it's on now
Do

toward
Greatness, carry forward, i salute you

Dodging devils by design
Should be a crime the way my
Words revolve around the rhyme
Moms nagging swear i

sure
If I could change by now
Life's not that easy but, managed to make you proud 
I didn't rush
I wait my turn
I kept my word 
To keep in touch

that heavy metal
Got six figures, by myself, so best believe I think I'm special
I'ma send that boy to god if he keep messing with the devil
50 ball up

to the nitty

gritty. And ride till the rims fall off this kind of shiz they knokin

wall to wall. Rollin up by henisee and killer weed they killing me my

sleep, live and breathe this, just so you know my type
For life, a west side nigga on the south side
And got to survive and time still going by
Going by

that goody good/Woodfellaz
keep that greedy woody wood down south/And put tha
put tha gat down a bitches mouth/You got problems on
the edge?/We'll solve