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Cause we gone slide n***a
Let's go
I'm on a new level you know I keep the wave
I got a lot of books but I ain't playing spades
Remember I was broke but

on 'em
Tarmac got the glow on 'em
Summer flow on 'em
In the past, George Jung had blow on him
Dirt cheap, copped for the low-low on 'em
Lil Jon, get low

here you talking, but you don't want no problems
And this aint Lil' Jon or Lil' Scrappy.. This is the bay area F.A Shawnty
We get kicked out the club

on his damn self

At least I got some brothers
At lease got some friends
At least I got my father
At least I got my woman

This is for my field n****s
My

east side
I been riding with the guys take the drugs to ease my mind
Yeah I keep a glock cuz I can't let em take my life
I'm a tell y'all a lil secret

Will Smith: 
Uh, uh, uh 
What? 
Whoo! Ha-ha 
Yeah mic check 
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic 
Alright now let's go yo 

Lil' Kim and Will:

pieces, uh-huh
Walkin on shit, no crease , uh-huh
Fuck with you for the free, let me see, uh-uh
Count it by hand, by the spring, my thumb
Uh-huh
Let get it,

it with these n****s
'Less they paying me
Look
Ay
Ima fly lil mama
Out to the Bahamas 
Just to get away from all the bullshit 
And the drama
Way out

me the drop I'm coming slide
Niggas gangster on the gram but in real life them niggas hiding
And imma get back free lil' tweety if that Glock stay by

yeah, Lil Jon
Kickin' my feet up
I squid for no reason
All blues, Four Seasons
Do one at Four Seasons
48, Four Seasons
That's the top floor

U Know What Time It Is

Grandmaster Flash

Ba-Dop-Boom-Bang

1987

Just get off wall,let's have a ball
The '70's are gone,it's the '80's ya'll
Grab a flygirl by the hand and ask her to dance
c'mon fellas don't be

you fuck with my young nigga, aim at his membrane
And lil' brodie, you not gang
And I don't give a fuck, bitch, I let my cock hang (freeze)

ice off
And now it's hot outside
Yeah That's just my type
Think I'm finna let the top down
Lil mama let's just ride
Let's just ride
Think I'm finna let

thinking they go blow like dynamite after digesting this strange juice
Help me this flava is killin' me, my taste buds can't handle this energy 
My body

Break down that swisher sweet and roll it, up roll
Twist up that Philly blunt lets fire it up, lets fire it up
Just a lil something for the homies to ride

Verse 1:

Austin representer to the end
By time I was ten I was long gone
I was on that east side boy, no Lil Jon
I would with my grandma making

proud of me, gotta inspire my youngins to chase their dream
The people that doubted me, same who told me, please don't go away
Now they surrounding me,

chase that big ole bag homie
Sometimes I let my shoe bleed
She say she was waiting on me towel gone drop by her feet 

Ever since the day I saw you had

of the fam
But if u feel say I go give u the keys
Control or power over my art
Then u can go to others
Wey fit give u that kind influence
I understand that

Why you lookin stoopid
Bet you can't wait to do it
This body I got fluid
Gone with the movement
Shake ya lil booty
Put your step into
Let me be you

my image
I'm one of the realest
we done did a thousand crimes

I still call Kelly's phone like he never died
Mama kicked me out I had nowhere  to go

now I’m big shining
Head to toe dripped out fit
Humble ass nigga that’s been timing
Fuck all that imma pop shit
Imma pop my shit for a lil bit
Might get

White Bitch

Gunplay

Living Legend

2015

to cop a crib, bout to scoop a biz
Bout to get myself together then go lace my boots again

Take what you want, tie they a** up
Just don't, get, no,

Love, don't let me go no
I know the rules of the streets you abide by
But now I got my live creepin' on a drive by
No Love, don't let me go
No Love, not