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the whip, YEEEAAH 
(Your not dealin with clowns 
When you try to kick hop, watch your body shut down) 

[Messy Marv] 
Yeah, nigga I'ma mothafuckin' fool

through life, feeling high, feeling low
Getting knocked on her ass
Getting back up again
Beloved by her fans and her foes and her friends
 
She's not put

ya by yourself ya number hit me up yup
You bitches is messy I kid you not
You niggas is messy dime a dozen on the block
You and your cousin
Nevermind

Yeah yeah

Been saved by Grace
The wickedest ting
Is hella wan talk salvation
But not through Faith
So tell me how you're tryna get saved
Cah your

drink an E-40 I drink a Maxine Water
And take a D-Shot
And this is done by choice, not by force
I didn't wanna burn her
It was either right or left, I

Big Ballin'

Big Tymers

How You Luv That?, Vol. 2

1998

[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back 
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house

gotta slide bitch
You too messy you too petty
Not my kind bitch
Im on another level
Look at my dimaonds wrestle
Dont get yo ass got
Get yo ass shot 
Have

to ask for it
And now she ought to beat ya ass for it
Girl gone with that messy shit, You is irralavent
You make a nigga feel like I'm the President
You

I want me a bitch from the ghetto
Juicy on sweats and she always got rent due
Messy ass hair and insane in the mental
Papa in pen so she won't ever

Marv
It get messy like Lionel
The morals get lost when the topic is survival
Airbnb
Cuz they watching and taxing
I just collect my backend

Big Ballin

Big Tymers

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1 [Video/DVD]

2002

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back 
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'

Big Ballin

Big Tymers

Platinum Hits: Official Cash Money Instrumental Album

2001

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back 
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'

If you don't kno me better call me mister
My niggas can dish out them shots
Don't lack cah they tote on them glocks
Dangerous by myself so don't try

cup, rolled all my trees
Don’t hit my line you messy bitch, fuck what you need
I was broke and I came up yeah, it’s a blessing
Them bullets flying by my

at shows
Aint no regular rhymers
You niggers are pissed
Cah we the finest
If you do not clock that I'm better
Than anyone that you have listened to
Then

It's amz not A - M - Z best get it right before you  get cheffed 
Fuck sh and dem yutes their chatty dem best move right or they gonna get left

lies! Fuck ties!
When will you ever stop packin?
Tough Eyes! Rough Ice!
You know the void keeps seekin me !
Plucks fly! Zuc hangs by!
When will it end yuh

I'm advising you because I've seen I've seen things
I know things about relationship innit
So I would not advise you to get into it, you understand

on the real though, bredren)
And, uh, yeah, smoke your drugs, sell drugs
'Cause you're never gonna get caught
Not you (your ass couldn't get in the club)

you, bitch come try me (come try me)
In the hood all by myself, and ain't nobody gon' try me (damn, don't try this shit nigga)

Taught your pussy-ass

ass got locked
Tell them niggas come test me
Niggas ain't ready
I keep the 10 on my back
Like I'm Messi
I'm diving in messy
Pull up no hesi
Now it's

Respect

Tha Dogg Pound

Dogg Food

1995

Well, I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
Or will I drop? A fallen star that has been forgotten, not
In the past, I mainly hustled for

the cage playin'
Wembley and goal to goal
Red Ass, 60 Seconds
But I'm not goin' in the goal
Even if you save my shot
Ladies wanna lay a lot
That Fashion Nova

Shorty looking from the corner
Cop shit I know she wanna
Arrest me
I'm fucking her once
Then I'm fucking her friend
Damn man it get messy
It get messy
But