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I said, "baby my new CD is a slumper"
It'll make the trunk thunder, girl your rump give me lumber
Up under the sheets I can put you in a real deep

why got you lookin to the sky
Got you believin that you 'gon get
Some heaven when you die
Meanwhile, the 6th sense 'til you turn
Unit followed by 21

21 Answers

Finest

Finest: Hip Hop, R&B and Dancehall

2005

was still around
You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you

If you only knew how I feel
Boy, you would know that my love is for real
21

thug mothafuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
21 gun

a real shooter, you niggas better lay low[00:17.52]Countin' up green, I'm talkin' them pesos[00:19.02]Bookbag on me, I'm toting Draco[00:20.48]Big-ass gun

to go get it 
Was checkin' the profit from crack
I'm surrounded by shooters and killers, every time that I hop in the 'Lac
Since a youngin' knew I was

Only real gangster gone move up in silence, and I'm as silent as it get
Imma quiet person I ain't wit that talking all about action and business
The most

Will they ever wake up? You never know
These sheep are stuck - So fuck 'em
Everyone's a sitting duck but me - My thunder rumbles
Loadin' my gun, I

Ohhhhh, main
Y'all ain't gone like this one, no cap
(K phils)
You feel me
I'm bout to get real grimy with this one
If I ain't your favorite rapper,

street station
That's where the fun is at
That's where the fun is at
Real spit
Hella mans guns out
That's straight drip
Blacked out wagons
That's G whips

wouldn't be here
If I believed them back then
My teachers tell me you a loser
Get out my class
You're gonna be dead by 21
Uh back on my real shit
Spitting

sadness, don't wanna pick up my phone
Post-Grad sadness, my heart has turned into stone
Class of '21, but I can't believe that it's real
Swimming in the lake

made it happen
21 i was a youngin they think his ahh savage
Savage
Stay Active
Let em have it
Niggas cappin
They aint really trappin
Make it happen

Spray Yourself

C-BO

Enemy of the State

2000

is fake
About to hate make a move out of state
Regime Killerz about face
Aw hell the Thugg Lord Salute Me!

Put 21 guns in the sky nigga rush

still
I'm on my way to the bank, still
I'm a real savage just like 21
For my birthday my lil' bitch bought me a new gun
They said they like my car I'm

an artist you take on
What' s your take on me, can I stay on?
What' s your take on me? Am I good enough?
Been stabbed 21 times, am I hood enough?
I ain'

My Artofficial nigga no talkin'

100 since day one
Been trappin' since day two
On day three I was fuckin' ho s
By day four it was fuck you
100 since

fuckin' buttfuckers
Run hippies run, I got 21 guns with me
Come around town
And you're done if you fuck with me
Yeah, drum circle, ching chang chong
Get

the outsiders who let me in
Left outside by the one who brought me in
Lost my dad in '06, my mother in '21
Now it's just me and my girlfriend
I know I can't be

your gun, it get urgent like heat warning. He just had a son, he went to school but he dropped out because he died by 21. Why Gerardo get shot down like

imma put em to sleep
Man this shit still crank, By the end of this week
Real talk bitch im back on that nonsense
And you know I be running the city
They

Skirt by fresh swish clean got the top down 
Opps they was pressed now they all tryna rock now
When you are the best pretty hard to get locked down

with me I'm hot"
By now I could have sold some mills and
Showed that I was so for real
While your roster fucked around
Like Lauren Hill's
Let me stop, I

than the title
Lose another legend now it feels like a recital
Living by the book keep a gun right by my bible
I know we'll see you at the door
Scream