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smoking heavy 
Your misses fuckn wit me cuz I put it in her belly 
Opportunity is my mother so I say I'm born ready (Oh)
Firm grip whippin living single

Can do much laugh chill start work
Hit the streets KL Phat cap on in back alleys
Politickin with OG's toolies in the fat bellys
Adversaries steady

warpedville
It's a raw deal, but sign here trust me It's great 
But..
Nothing ain't great in the belly of beast when every single motherfucker is just trying

iChappies
iNgud' mayi phelile, k'mele ushaye iround
And speaking of rounds, ngi na two la ing'bhekile
Two slaai belly, soy'qeda ehotel
Ngob' endlin' uzongena

Yeah
Man, I don't even want to do this song
Okay
Let's go
Ever since the Big Bang...
I've been cooking in the Universe's belly
Perfection took 13.8

on her belly
Talking kick us out the Telly
Saying she was never feeling me
I swear that shit be killing me
She talking on that wild shit
Putting on that

Ox off Belly
My lil' niggas be steppin'
Keep it on hush we ain't doin' no reppin'
Put a opp down get relish
I'ma get it done you can bet it

these bullets away to his belly
I need some change, I'ma run in the deli
(Yo', let me get a sandwich)
Shoutout to Chris, I heard that he in LE
(What

to triple up the plays
I went west. Got a place out in LA. Cool
At the buffet. Eating till my belly full.
This a brand new feeling. But my hay day due
And it

To get their own careers started
Since their music ain't moving (nope)
Sideways snakes frontin' on bellies looking stupid 
But who really gives a fuck if

rubbin my belly
Gotta meet up wit my lady so I'm hittin the celly (Ya heard)
Made a pit stop at the shop, bop
Got a lil project finna drop, drop
Never take

wishing for an intermission
Fuck the kissin'
Lick you down to your belly button, I ain’t frontin’
They don’t call me big for nuttin’ all of a sudden
Oh,

crease ha
Busta Rhymes' about to bring the noise, don't cease ha
Let me loose from the belly of the beast ha
Everybody
Hey hey hey, you better believe it's

Rappers try to tell me their god
Or sell me their god
Well the bellies full of air don't care dear God
Machiavelli on the air with a heli doing

the cane field, must remain real
Keep the stainless steel
Bulletproofs the proof that the streets is real
Two shots to the belly, now the body feel ill
I

thirty pieces of silver and I'm spilling my feces?
Sell me I'm not Judas belly is not to bust
Help me I'm not stupid now tell me who not to trust
If

the whip of your dreams
Mileage, yeah I've got the belly on me
Don't try this, girl all I wanna do is be private, yeah

Lights on lights off and then

Trapped

Buckshot

The BDI Thug [Expanded]

1999

it on the topic of the dress code
Timberland strapped type, and stomp a nigga head mode
We reside on the bowls of peace in the belly of the beast
But

not a weapon (not thang)
I'm smokin' on the skunky and this is smelly
(stank)
Chief Sosa Buddha cuz I got a big old belly
(gang) she said she want my

comprehendin' it
Ending it, mashing the works, that's where your belly get
Trembling, baby you ready, that's how I end 'em

You'd stuntin' in front of your

She a whiner belly dancing to Kalthoum she defined and I'm a
Heartbreaker that gyal is a taste of new life but I gotta get me some paper
So remind me I

a blue room like Belly
Man I got into it with my celly
All of this shit real deli
All the anti niggas need to end me
Ayy Remy, send 'em some panties

boss
Floor to the bed to the back from the back 
Girl I'm in them walls
I grip her mane true lioness
Lying on her belly I'm eyeing it
Booty like

life when you sinning
And his little brother Benny
He got hit with the semi
But the bullet bounced off
Deflected, flew off his belly
'Cause when the shit