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ball in the west
That lil' nigga was killin'
Surrounded by violence
His parents ain't like it
They knew that
They son was no a regular nigga
He got a bit

They be askin' where I get my sneakers and my jeans
Old schools clean, and my pockets stay green
Little Momma ridin' shotgun and she's mean
Say I'm

Friend or Foe

E-40

Best of Suavehouse, Vol. 2: Greatest Hits

2001

my high breakin' rules 
You got ya P's mixed up 
You ain't no pimp 
You's a forty 
I spit for major mix 
While you make tapes for ya homie

They mix my Lithium with Xan
To keep me balanced momma
They know I have an
Outburst every couple hours
I'm eating pills for pleasure but
For freedom I'll

Put my momma in a big body
Let's go
And these niggas can't do shit bout it
Bitch I've been a rebel, humble man
But still a shit talker
Faded off

thought I was trying to play fly
'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on

Young girl, won't you take my order?
She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta

thought I was trying to play fly
'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on

Young girl, won't you take my order?
She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta

by, big mama got a call from the dean, he proceeded to ask
"Where is Gregory at, did he quit, he exists?? I ain't ever seen him in my class"
He done

F**k Off!

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol.1 & 2

1998

a bitches house walk up to they moms
Grab 'em by the face and say, fuck off

Suck my nuts, bitch fuck you
You and your Momma can suck my dick
Suck my nuts,

Momma been bitchin
Reminiscing bout how she told me to make my own decisions 
You cross my 4 way out yo lane then that's ah Head on collision 
I peep

on earth to live 
I'm here to wreck havoc 
Flyin through night terrors ima maverick
Tell them pussies don't talk bout my magick
Buried in their mommas lawn

Keep doing ya thing and do it for ya momma 

Back in 8th grade started moving proper 

Ain’t back down from nothing always had a problem 

Stood by my

Ghetto D

Master P

Mix Tape, Vol. 1

1998

and pay the rent 

Professional crackslanger I serve fiends 

I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans 

But nowadays I be too smart for

boy I put that on my momma
This ain't the Little League put up or shut up
Dick game strong, fuck nigga get ya nut up
The whole city know my face
I'm new

I can't sleep
Got a lot on my mind
Stare at the ceiling as time passes me by
I hit rewind
Think about the past and if my choices been right
Momma got

stay on dnd
Lil momma a big bird, know she belong to the streets
And I'm not talking sesame, hit hoes by three like pistol Pete (brr, brr)
More solid

2000's shit yeah 
Cola 
D-mix Baby
Shout out Fritz
On my Momma

This status quo
You know, I'm growing sorely tired of the show
Inspired to gun fo' mo
Fired up, but my background is pretty poor
Got these skills, ,

the sauce
It's not regular
Stamina shit I'm thanking y'all
Plan with the kid and making y'all that VIP
When y'all wanna come and see my spree in person
Like

on the phone for you
Set the tone for em'
Take your throne momma
I been counting on my soul for the commas, commas, commas
The drama done caught up
Came with

Let's Ride

Eightball & MJG

I Got the Hook Up

1998

Rich kid a queens nigga a green nigga 
When I say green nigga all about his cream nigga 
I suggest invest in a tank and a vest 
'Cause me and all my

wanna rap no more

It's bait and these little niggaz hate
But my momma said I'm great
But I'm still fucking with the weight
All this dope on my plate

mentality never changed
Word
Im just trying to get a million
I was down bad i ain't no regular civilian
Trying to help my people skipping school to make

I ask of you lil momma keep it low key)
You're my lover, My Lil Secret, My Lil Crush
Anything we do just keep it on the hush
Gone and drop me your