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the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got

'Zooka on me Baby5
Cleaner then some fuckin Tide
Bitch I need my mula that shit greener than some fuckin' slime
Don't need her imma pass her by
I'm

aint worried bout no leases 
All you hating niggas bitches
And you know I got some leashes
Niggas step to me 
I tell em please have a seat 
I also hear

paid em off 

We not playin boy he gotta go 
Not 2 many niggas want the smoke 
Know to many migos by the boat 
Seen so many kilos bought a boat 
Broke

steps dog
Trying to motivate
All of my strong single moms
Baby daddies in prison
The kids tell you they miss 'em
They keep sending you pictures

Intro
I'm on my "fuck the world" shit
Ya know what I mean?

     Verse 1
Bitch, I barely made it cause my feelings were all gated
I don't care if I

happen?
Been told!
Lil boy you can quick your capping.
I don’t fold!
Ain’t no damn need when I’m backed by Kings
Make a stampede when I smack my rings
These

the sky
Should of been to jail with a dozen fines
I'm bless fortified, playing pin the tail to make it by
Screamin’ fuck the feds till I die representin’

Philly be
I'm like cyanide, creeping through the ear ducts
And I got a foul mouth, tell 'em kids earmuffs
When I was at school, I was who to steer clear

And them niggaz in the game, that's still makin noise
I'm straight from the swamps, where them gators they'll get ya
The Calio projects, where the boys

A-B-C[01:17.88]Delusional[01:18.97]Truth of the matter pretty nigga like me is at the top of the ladder 24/7[01:23.48]Like I always tell em[01:24.80]Make it drip so hard when you take her

all on my hood dat night I felt myself 

Racks on me I’m juiced up niggas fruit cups I ont won talk bout it
Quarter million in cars got tell it all if u

I'm bout to fuck em Up
This is me tho
And you say you shooting too
Like a free throw
I was tryna figure out where to meet tho
These niggas don't beef

Don’t you say my name unless you talk bout where the fuck I’m at
It's Jersey
Yuh
YAYA, Ight so boom, check it
It’s tha super Saiyan residence prodigy

gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine

I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop

cousin he in heaven
Told em i would never quit
Ima televise my gift
Member i was on dick
Started working every shift
Let me tell you bout devotion

Call me

Pure Uncut

Psychodrama

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

gettin leathal an I, 

you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt, 

drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work, 

make 'em

don't love you
Six shooter tucked down by the abdomen
Tell tha thing get the click like an African
Better get 'em to the point like a javelin
Tryna keep

Thugs About

Trick Daddy

Thug Matrimony: Married to the Streets

2004

by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can't deal with ya
Bitch you got real issues (real issues) and I'm a real nigga
Deal wit' 'em and I want

no friends so i'm rocking vlone
They know lil mylo surrounded by clones
And they know we wilding they say we the bomb
Fuck it
I'm turnt in the booth

This is death at cha door bell
Ya bitch I'm going there
What's poppin?
Shots'll renden ya Bach like orivelle
Sting with tha ray it's not a corvette

Clone (Lyrics) 
Song by Kidd Khy

(Intro)
Yeah(x6)

(pre-hook)
I got money on the phone, I can't leave it alone
Probaly need a clone for the sh*t I'm

Psk'95

2 Live Crew

Shake a Lil' Somethin' [Clean]

1996

can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all

Tyson hands all in her pants I'm playing doctor man she tryna tell your boy how she my biggest fan askin' you got somewhere we can go for a minute man