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this ain't no play
I need my pox fat like Moray
I got a Mexican plug named Jorge
I'm the Beckham man, baby, need more cakes

You wanna argue, then fuck,

just retire Kanye West spit it through the wire
Jim Carrey kid you a liar liar in Peoria i'm the new Richard Pryor
Niggas be hating but i ain't tripping

spread love
I give my glory to God ain't nobody else above
Principal of the school like ice I'm cool
If you don't follow my lead then you a fool
I got

gotta break the bread
Man gotta set a table
Man never getting fed
Get it one loaf can't feed my fam
Got no reason to be broke if you still got a life

Don't Tell

Snoop Dogg

No Limit Top Dogg

1999

the way of the world
It ain't got back, can't get back
You say it won't get back, shit I hope it don't get back
I'm creeping with you, sleeping with you

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998

1999

[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew

And that shit was crazy for me
Biggie I honestly feel is slightly overrated
Inspirations
Kanye West for sure
Umm I don't know if I would call Kendrick

to community
Bring black on black crime
Back to black unity
If you a G, I know you see you and me
Gangster, but wow
Ain't nothin' nigga can do with me
One man

for that p, come by you're self
Ain't bringing your dawg in the trap, posted with some glicks
Sipping casamigos got me chilling with the freak hoes

ain't that shit by now I'm soon to be
When I choke hold mics I
Don't give'em room to breathe
I'm just doing me
But girl if you're fine I'll do you free
By

chalk like a black board
The coke chorus, Soprano, piano provocateur
I mob forward get knocked for it
I play keys and got the locks for em
It's an art

body in the trunk
Car got totaled up now I'm folded up
48 hours now a nigga walking out
Hit the button on them keys just to pop the trunk of my ride

brother
Why you so clown
I ain't got to tell G's brothers to give you a gram

He came to the true keys
Gave him a crown
We learned from the best
Master Fard

Swamp Nigga

Master P

Syrup: Screwed Out, Vol. 2

1999

got da coke?
Here go da money. you got the coke?
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch

Jumped in my cutlass, rollin

Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(My pops say)

Verse 1 (Master P)

I sell stones

unlikely
Said you v me that's unlikely
Boss on a beat when i bar though
Ain't got a drink best head to the bar bro
Best believe that you're looking at star

They told me forehand so I
Wouldn't run on stage, ayy bro ya'll
Ain't gotta fuck with me, but you
Know I got the vision
And you know I'm gonna keep it

move
Put that lil' gun down
You ain't got the heart to shoot
If we down two, I got a three in me
Bitch talk loose
I'm on her head like a beady bead
Y3

myself
All the plaques I got, won't fit on my shelf
I'm sick of myself, jumped out of my skin
Hopped into my shell, I am feeling quite well
You ain't

[Travis]
Travie! (Uh-oh)
Pete, thought I told you
What up, Hemmy? I see you! 

I've had the world at arm's length from the get-go
This ain't an arms

and old)
(This definitely a head banger)
In the back of the class sippin my juice with Devon
(If you ain't got your hands up then somethin wrong with you)
(I

They told me beforehand
So I wouldn’t run on stage hey bruh, y’all
Ain’t gotta fuck with me
But you know I got the vision
And you know I’ma gonna keep
It

mothafuckas, you can tell by how we dressin' (dressin')
Been after us for years, but nigga, we ain't learned our lesson (lesson)
Got niggas in the grave

[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew