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Mr. Flamboyant

The Click

Down and Dirty

1994

seen, a 1979 air fifteen
Clean, fully automatic and the whole killer kit
It's cops be walkin' up and down the street
Folks be pointin' they fingers

What They Call Us?

Tru

Tru 2 da Game

1997

money come, that's precisely, it's all coming 

see they don't respect the company cuase it's black 

if it was owned by peeps that was white

Born in sight of daisy white
And roses in your 
Eyes. Serene, as mother sings
"Sleep tight darling" 
Bloom at night to lullabies
Of the urban 
Dream,

you? Yeah
With some fucking killers and they clearing out the room
Smoking all this gas OG Chevron that's the move
Never had no money get the bag that's

not gonna hold you 
You weren't white yeah

I used to shoot basketballs in Lahrs' room
Just looking at you (you)
Cuz you're a serial killer yeah
Every

Made a pretty penny think I like my pockets heavy
Way to fucking many people call me the white Fetty
Bro called me said get ready then he pulled up

would stack dealing
They didn't tell her that his D.O.C. was gonna be a killer
They didn't tell her bout the double triple life he would lead as a man

Today is my day, I don't have to pay
In the room, soundproof
Red Harding, bulletproof
Fuck me, fuck my crew
Don't leave don't say goodbye
Fire is

that spit that dope shit that can bend a spoon
Lift a room
Killers move in silence never worry June
Wackness is a Disease and I just found out that I'm

Shit I Told the dealer go elephant the trunk up in the front
Now it's room room srtt and I'm giving no fucks
Where you from ? Norfside
Tay Aj an Mase

she dress and that's outta boredom
I remember days when I couldn't cop the Jordan
Now a nigga don't got room need a place to store em'

Big mansion... I

I don't need no crew with me, pistol in the booth with me
Don't know what to with me
Bitch, I'm dope like Houston, Whitney
In the room with two

There's a calm before the storm
There's a cold in every warm
There's a whole in every heart 
in the room
There's a fire to your ice
There's

Grab your tickets baby, get in line
These red queens are lookin' mighty fine
Killer times, oh we're having a blast
But the after party's where it's

cared and if only I knew
17 with a killer in room and a bottle of pills I was quick to abuse
Haters talk facts but be missing the truth

And I've done

die Lavage 
Sorry I ain’t got room for. Your baggage 

All my women organic not plastic 
I ain’t hitting the scene with no cat fish 
Like a cross guard

Wear that margiela like a straight jacket
See that shit and then I bag it
Room full of dark habits
Marni jeans gon hold my Rachet
I'm a have to let

I see you on your white dress
With a killer set of blue eyes
Let me tell you my dark secret
So you can stay as beautiful forever

Your heart pours

Cot Damn

Clipse

Lord Willin'

2002

damn! It's a new day!
Cot' damn! But the nigga wanted money!

God damn, when that white hits the pan and
Comes back hard, I can account for every gram

'cause shit get spicy
She on Demon Time, I get her a timepiece
Patek, niggas not lit, not like me
Can't get nothin' by me, my mind is 2090

¿Qué lo

was a killer convention
1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid

Gangsterous

E-40

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

1999

the Japanese
Drop 'em off to the young homies
If they come up short, we breakin' knees, spines and spleens
Killers on the team greated at the age of thirteen

[Notorious B.I.G.]
What?  Uhh, what?
Uhh, uhh, what?  Uhh
Ninety-seven ?caddi lawn?
What, what, uhh

I creep deep with killers without million dollar figures

prison food
They had prayed so hard they had want me to lose
I did two years with a killer in the room
Killer in the room, I'm talkin' 'bout me
I'll