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my old teachers and tell 'em to take care
I might take a whip instead of payin' the plane fare
I still remember the way there
Ain't a girl in my

the news, pussy boys got blues, they can't fuck with us
It ain't no clues, tape him by my shoes, ain't no catchin' us (baow)
I could tell you how I fucked

head now
And forgot where we came 
Them boys so lame
(Them boys so lame)
Least that's what you tell em 
Go ahead it's all fine cause we ain't get

They say baby how you do it?
Never question greatness
Never question greatness
Tell 'em never question greatness
I just do it
I'm so high I feel

a step back, now I'm hittin' em right on time
Boy, I'm livin' in my prime
Only in my twenties, yet I've lived a lifetime

Hear about it in these rhymes

[You can’t tell me
Every single time you bang my line I didn’t pick up
You can’t tell me 
That I ain’t pull up when you said them boys tried to beat

(Know you hate to confess)
(But baby, ooh, you needed me)
Uh, yeah

Go and tell your friends I lost it
If you tell 'em, tell 'em often
Twelve

you feel me?
Got my mind made up, not giving a fuck
Pass me that drank, turn this shit up
Yeah boy, you know I'm arrogant
Tell that boy that he

Say It to My Face

MJG

Buck the World [Clean]

2006

think I hear 'em {nigga please} quiet as kept
I bet they die before they reach that first motherfuckin step
I rep them UnderGround Kingz, fuck boy, Pimp

will be
No more of that
You'll be wishing you had this
Besides that, I treated you well
But your ass was just too jacked up to tell
Your boy around

Aye run it up
Stack it up
So much money
You think we robbed a brinks truck
We loaded up
We totting em
It ain’t nothing
Boy don’t make us call your

more whips than a auction

Better check the signs take caution

If he out of line white chalk em

Be with real Souljas not imposters

Gotta move militant

Gangstas

Eazy-E

Boyz N Da Hood

2005

a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em

Rican
My whip it ain't leased, I want it and buy it
Yeah, I do the most, with my nigga we close
By then when we go, I pullin' in front

Fou' hoe called,

(uh-uh)
Names, I don't say those (nah)
Well-connected, I could get a table at Rao's (uh)
Made man, I like the sound of that (yeah)
Tell 'em that

ain't done yet

Cause Friday night's coming and me and my boys
cre damn sure gonna throw down
Call our babies up tell em get dolled up
Cause tonight we're

Lookit
Boy, sit down, quit
Nigger, hoe, trick

I'm thronin' (tell em)
I'm thronin'
I'm thronin'
I'm thronin' (yeah)
Thronin' (zonin')
I'm thronin'

Yeah, a lot changed since the first Coke Boy album
But then again, not too much
Girls still out here poppin' their boxes
Kids out here smokin'

If it's
Profit boy I get it by the hundreds
Blue face, get it by the hundreds blue face
If they try to stop me hit delete gotta cut em
Bitch wipe your

Intro
Focus
Focus on me
Focus

(Verse 1)

You have a lot on yuh mind
And I can tell by the look in your eyes
You need to unwind boy
Trust I can help

attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz
Imma put em in ya hat
Point blank walk up ain't never
Did a drive by
Catch a nigga slippin and let

Drank is how I got rich, I ain't touch no boy
Count up my first and got paranoid
Say he caught him one, I don't know, call him Soulja Boy
My bitch say

is my world
I’m a good girl so I need a good boy
But the bad boys tell me what I want
I like em blunt with a lot of funds
I need a man who keeps it

and the cuts sound
You won't start feelin the pain till you touch ground
Boy, you're goin way out, I'm ready to serve you
If you can stay I'll pass you by