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Yeah
Boy it's Leo in this hoe
On My Way IV
They don't know
Nah, nah, nah, yea, well Leo tell 'em
Yea, aye, let's go
Hey, boy I'm 'gon rise
No matter

brudda caught a case
I'll see em by July
Yea
I'm waisting it down
Still don't know when I come down
Say she wanted love
I'm in love with my life
Boy I

I'm a demon I stay on attack
I feel like I'm Soulja cause she make it clap
Cross that boy up someone get him a map
Yeah Ty the Vision but Meezy he

Carry My Baby

Bizzy Bone

Speaking in Tongues

2005

'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to
Cause we are warriors

[Chorus]

[Outro: Bizzy Bone]
By the grace of God, and by the grace of God
And by

The March

Ky-Mani Marley

Radio

2007

'm burning of sensi
Harder the battle the sweeter the victory
And I'm ready to write my own verse of history
You can't tell me I never told yah boy
You

'm looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

they ask if I'm alright I tell em everything's well
I'm stepping by myself, I keep that heat behind my belt
I'm stepping on my own, but my niggas rocking

y'all that
And I'm coming straight off of the mound
Just to burn a bitch down every time I hit a track
No cap boy
What you gon' do with em
Whatcha gone do

boy cause he be down but he say cheese
Roll up that za I smoke exotic by the pea
No one can ever help you out when you tell 'em that you in need

and oh, my fist'll
Swing at the rhythm of suckers, then I'm gonna give em a Tung blister
It's the Mista Tung Twista

Ha-ha-heeey
Boy, that's Tung Twista for

bruh
The way I'm sitting cozy on the beat like its a sofa
I spit the facts real watch me tellem like I’m soulja boy
I hit the track with conviction

man, shout out to my boy Oski
Uh- my boy Oski- My boy Oski
Let me tell 'em-

Hold up- hold up-
I said they gave my - twenty years
Man that wasn't even

'm a real man
Boy you're a fail
You just a fan
Boy I can tell
My niggas 100
You're niggas is 12
You a real snitch
Boy go to hell
Yeah
Uh huh uh
I can't go

dirty
It's Canada nigga, I got the country on my BI
Two bad women, I bet I can turn 'em bi
Hol' up, call me Mr cash Get It
Orange Lamborghini
Lookin' like

These boys is some cowards I do it for you
No need for details you know what I do
I show that commitment I'm showing that love
Know that I'm smart

to the mic my sins I
Open my window then look in the sky
Then I get back on the mic and tell 'em how I get by
Now listen
Trynna make a livin' rappin' gettin'

Ready To Meet Him

DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

1998

the love that they've given to me
I will not abuse it nor will I lead them astray
You see I love 'em like children, that I see everyday
And I pray, no, we

swerving lane to lane this shit metropolis
Why you don't speak on shit? cus I be peeping shit
They gone remember me, my life you can’t remix
Tell'em cut up

Still gonn' pray so hard oh they gonn' pray so hard 
Now let me tell a story
The one they need to hear
You can be nice in this world but you can be

You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't

Amsterdam

Rick Ross

God Forgives, I Don't

2012

to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like

smoke
Revenge for your kin folks
I know how that shit goes
That's why I can't tell 'em who to spare Or who to spin for
Ugh
That shit get him heated every

lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super