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as Easy Mo, he played the song
He checked my five, he said to me "Yo later on"

About an hour passes
About my loosey deuce deuce and my tinted glasses
I got

hip hop for today
I give props to hip hop so hip hop hooray...
Ho...hey...ho

[treach:]
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo ground
Being low down

Born sinner but I'm covered by da blood
N some folks think that is enough
But faith witout  works, ya dead as a doorknob... n dats why ya stuck

Look! Ion kiss and tell, we keep it lowkey
You want Gawde$$ a lil mo' just get to know me
I'mma problem baby, that's a true story
Hold ya legs up higher

I had a long night I'll pay a bill by tomorrow
Fuck the piece of shit cops bout to take it to mars
My momma told me bout that violence I relinquished

the coppas know 
My team to big to drop and roll
Cuz we too smart and know our role
He got a problem 
No I don't
I'll kill him
No you won't
You don't know what

the ground
I never chased the crowds 
But now I'm chased around
If you were cornered by your Problems
Would you face em how
Think you a man wit that gun 
Would

a problem child
Cuz they cut me out her stomach
I didn't go thru the birth canal
That was the first sign
I'd have trouble in life
On top of that the doctor
He

Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to hip-hop so
Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down I

How we gone fix the problem
Instead clapping cause he winning they'll rather rob em
Shit is treacherous you gotta watch yo back my nigga
I seen

Baby believe in my stardom 
She know wit me it's no boredom
mo bottles No problems 
Let's Tat my name on yo ass
Keep them Lil boys in the trash
Do better

to be,
All the work you’ll put in behind the scenes,
Gotta keep it moving by any means,
When you a white girl and you sign to Blaqman,
Some people got

To the neighborhood fiends
I done sold some coke
And I done rolled went broke
I'll pull that chopper out on your ass
Better ask my nigga big mo
A crackhead tried

You don't want a problem
Bitch I'm getting dollars
How my brothers turn to bitches like Juwanna
On my momma
I just stepped out the house in some f-

passed the time of climbing trees
Hunt and gather, find your seed
Stack it up and mind your peace
Time has seemed to make us slow down by getting faster

a sci fi to a horror flick
You dont wanna die thats not my fucking problem
Quantum drive by spray em up with lightweight hollows
I can feel my body

somethin' for his bitch ass
Pull up on that nigga block
Wit mo' fire power than what TIP had
Fuck around and get zip bagged
Nigga come wit that tripping
Over

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, ,

Hello, and thank you for tuning in to Braes Records Radio
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And Young Subway

rapping bout mo' hoes

Favored by both coasts
Played out at most shows
Making the dope dope
And stay higher than sold CRO
Came in on the low
But next up Is

Young Bucko back onna road
Young Bucko back inna mode
They Say Bucko you new to the fame
Bitch Im a Kid from the Mo
I can't brag about no street
Bitch I

always got the blade with me
Stay up out my space
So you won't have no problem with me
I'm a south east native
I'm a dc creative
I'm the greatest
So I put

fishing my fish. 
I know my problem should fix.
once i was, give em my fist.

Life's over, the big bridge.
Wake after the shit dreams.
Life's go by those

Foolish [Remix]

Plies

Southern Lean, Vol. 5

2008

like ha ha hahhh! Let's go

[Chorus]

They know, I'm Lo, I'm see, E-O
I'm back, for mo', you ready, let's go
Yeah! Yeahhh, come fly with me
I hear