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Thug from the past
Sold drugs by the slab
Use to transport coke through cabs
Like a fork to the hill
Until my nigga Black got killed
Talkin' guns
These

It's cold outside, as I tie up my shoe
Bout to hop in the whip, getting ready to move
The sky was blue, but its turning dark
A new time of the night

don't want the color red
I got mine right here in the Prada bag
Play with your biz but don't play with shawty ass (what you want?)
Last nigga, got him

up in my seat. Blue collar lifestyle keep it on repeat. Been the realest in the game never seen defeat. Hot out here by the creek but I bring the heat.

real that's why you roll solo
Ain't nothin wrong you just tryin to live
And they don't know you gotta feed four kids
So keep the haters away from you

house and a truck
Ain't no thang
Did it all out the mud
No pain no gain
Done dripped with my blood
Sideline plays
Got bills payed up
Plus GP bang
Out

steadily screamin
I'm just steadily schemin
But you niggas ain't woke
Y'all just steadily Dreamin
Try to teach em  respect
So I went n got a tech
Got a nigga

I'm sick
Soft with you, but gorilla on the bitch
Ain't nothin' like that pussy, I shoulda got a grip
Grew up and got some chips, on some better shit
Who

Clickin' on opps shit, give me a rush Like I do a hit , and go chill with the plug
I was fucked up, they ain't give me nothin' She how I rap, told her I just

soul, drop dick her spleen
I fuck a friend, it ain't nothin' but a thing
Thirty thousand cash, oh, what a feeling
We in Springfield, guess it's been

living wrong, but my actions justifed
I ain’t a real killer, I just got no real ambition
They call me G.I. Joe, the way I’m lethal on these missions

pardon my French
I parted ways wit’ the past like a kid
That was raised by the pharaoh
Now must flee from crimes I’d commit
But I’ll backhoe I constructed

credit 
Why you ain't gettin head still? Huh
Life coaches gamin like hoes do
A poodle ain't a pit cuz its nose blue
Most pits are sweet dogs 
Abused & used

the Mac, still can't get heard from
Stop worryin' how I flash out the money, bitch, you ain't earn nothin

Laughin' at these bitches, hit my dance like Pee

510, 213

Spice 1

The Black Bossalini (a.k.a. Dr. Bomb from Da Bay)

1997

pull it on me, see I ain't trippin' 
I got foot soldiers that do dirt for me
Love me enough to hurt for me and do some work for me
Black roses is sent

Starin at the floor filled with nothin but boredom
Need to get a score or the shit will just worsen
Peekin in my drawer see im strapped up for war

Shaolin Soldiers

King Just

Mystics of the God

1995

You only get props, for bein on my dick
But when you hear this, don't be mad
Just be glad, that I ain't whip on ya monkey ass
You got a lotta balls

have a baby quick
Call me by my name, I ain’t answering to that “baby” shit
They be thinkin they could come over & take the dick
All aggressive, but if I

acting so cool
She feeling my swag but she sayin I'm cruel
Money shower I'm drowning in blues
Ain't no telling when we gonna lose
At the top

of the back
She do a TBT throwin it' back
Aye she throwin' it back
Yea she throwin' it back
Nigga my price nothin' less than a stack
I got 10 million worth

and you're in person
I got nothin' more to whine about
Daydreamin' while im thinkin of you, yeah
Sweet memories while the sky was blue
I'm just, daydreamin

hit me up
And show I got your back
Aint nothin new
Homie love dedicated from me to you
And one day when im gone
Take my message from my song
Cuz I know

Invasion

Jeru the Damaja

Wrath of the Math

1996

was young I used to shoot for the stars
but got shot down by demons in patrol cars
Stars good cop, bad cop, stick up the crack spot
The ave won't get

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