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Ice Cream Flavor

Spark 950

United We Slam

1994

the cartridge
Darkman, by the Bee can, he can
Can we, can, I can.. Yeah!
Don't worry, don't worry, strawberry
Mint-pep', rum and raisin 'cause he ate a plate

Legit Ballaz

Todd Nitty

Twista Presents Legit Ballin'

2011

servin' blows, we in zones
My mom didn't understand me
Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
From two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I didn't to hurt

Bootylicious

Rosa

The WB's Superstar USA

2004

me tonight
Read my lips carefully if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me

a book every time I showed my hand
Corner store T-shirt with Lil Sly, right now he own the brand
Project days, AC broke, we was hot, boy we turned

V1:|Sunny day in all its glory|Hot as the 4th of July||The wind swept in and graced my face |And it led me to your eyes ||Something told me I'd be

inspired by the beat
Shit come out weak
It's not bad for a bad day
I smack you and knock your head off
Damn, I don't know my own strength
Like a lion, I was

feels like I should go
And it’s all too fraught, I don’t need your savin 
They’re running scams by the river

But I can row row row row row
I can row row

Crime Pays

Young Buck

T.I.P.

2005

of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to splurge for all you niggaz want

feel it flow back through veins?
I know, just meet me halfway

It all went by so fast
Felt like I just closed my eyes
Too much of anything can hold you

[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!

If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!

made it I told you so
Mocha latte kid
We no play
Stress free, sexy at Montigo Bay
You know
It's a pity that
Ya'll look like idiots
Yo boo let me know

hot
I killed you and have you hanging
Off wires like a laptop
Yeah, nigga, I'm feeling myself
When it come to the clique, we bosses
We do it ourself

Hallelujah

Clairmont the Second

Quest for Milk and Honey

2017

Hallelujah, thank you Lord
We still alive don't let them take what's yours
Hallelujah, thank you Lord
I'm feeling like the man, this make me wanna dance
I'm

This Is Los Angeles

WC

Guilty by Affiliation

2007

away
While we killin' each other, the blacks and the eses

Fuck how much money you make, they gon' hate
Ballin' ass nigga, they gon' still treat ya like

Mr. Brown

Styles of Beyond

Megadef

got no love
Pop 6, Ryu and Tak, cops know what it does
Hot shit by the bungalow, drop the bloody glove
Won't get caught killin' today, baby, cause I'm

was hot
Homeboy so forget it
Ask about me, go and tell a friend
I'm the best kept secret
Let me tell you again

I'm the best kept secret
Shhhh,

Sitting at my mom's dreaming
About paychecks with loot
My ex-girl's boobs
And how to smoke legal like Snoop… (oops)
I'm interrupted by the door knock

the backdrop
Chilling by Britannia beach with the Fanta
We ain't had shit, wishing for a Santa
I'm like, "That's it, fuck it, I'ma ball out" (I'ma ball, yeah)

and killin' it
Puffin' a jay that I keep in the glove
Right by the rubbers so we could be intimate
And if you're tucking me into me my bed
Baby then maybe we

You dont have to worry cause Im comin
YEAH
I see your hammer, I see your car, We see you Mr Norm
Back to where I still have always stayed
I see your

them prophecies
I know God truly watching me
Raising my velocity
No way they gone be stopping me
Yeah
Jump on this plane
Yeah
We gone smoke Mary Jane

mad at you
And everybody changes but you morphed into a different dude
We met when I was a kid at 12 or 13
And I was immediately hypnotized by the way

doing things for your bitch that you can't do for her
So who you fucking with we anit on no sucker shit
We can cause panic like when you nut then that

This the story of my life
Through these lyrics ice down ya spine
This a lil' different from Bill of Rights
Think we got some trouble in paradise
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