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If that gat wasn't all up in yo face
Reminisce of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo fate
Replace, take it down to the South, get deep
do is copy
Knock yo ass out cold with the 1-2 you thought my name was Rocky
Wrap yo ass up in some plastic fuck yo bitch she call me papi while she
for me
ain't gon scrap me
die muthafucka
where from nigga make up yo mind
first you said the God then the mound gonna make it up for you with this nine
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
baby, oh (oh, na, na, na)
Yes, no, hurt me so good, baby, oh (this hot, oh, na, na, na)
I'm so wrapped up in your love, let me go (yo, oh, na, na, na)
it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from the Wu, it's real
Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck
Caught by
reason
Bitches up in the club
Counting up every dollar
We got them kids at home
It's time to get that paper proper Shawty
Niggas packing pistols
Bitches
bottle filled
Oh that was just a little song my mother
Sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry
If the bitch deaf yo
Who
to be a preacher or what?)
I'm doin my thing, kid
(Give it up with the preachin God
Just rhyme, just rhyme)
Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid
(Alright then,
the meter
(Rampage)
Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got heaters
Everything's allright, lets get drink up inside of Cheetah's
Go up in Cheetah's...
(Spliff Star)
Call up the rest of the crew
I'll see you there
[Big Azz Ko]
Yo, I got the call from Sean he out in Milan
Went to get the package, got there it was
tag
These n****s gon be on tha news
(Wooh)
I got a big bag
Rollin up gas like a snack wrap
Dont call it no come back
I kno wat im doin
The sixth man
This for my dawgs up the road, state or fed bound
It's gon' get hard just do not put yo head down
Just do yo push-ups, make yo bed, after head count
Listen to the music when I get home
Sing it to myself all day long
She is that one type of R&B song
That makes me feel some typa way
You got Netflix
., what up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up
Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans
A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams
If you take niggas
up, youknowwhatimsayin
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here
But we gon' to' it up for them anyhow
Wherever you are you're a star
Rhyme Syndicate
niggas time's up
You got them two nines or what?
No doubt, I bought it all out
Kid, I'm ready to go to war
Ayy, yo, yo, yo, chill let's play it smart
fail you, when I know where you
Live, I'mma send my kid to take care of you
I'll bring it to my man if he try to spare you
I'd tie something up if I
this girl)
(I mean I could've been anywhere)
(Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio)
(It was so long ago)
(Yo Merce, what's up? This is
and do yo dance
And imma throw this money while you do it wit no hands GO!!!
Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam
check it out:
Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight,
We're gonna say what we like.
'Cause, yo, yo, we want to know how many
you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new type of song
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
It's so real when we come through
Sunshine be on my sidewalk when I
Yo, yo
Yo, this song, yo (yo, yo, yo)
This song is for all the women out there (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
That have been lied to by their men
And I
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