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(wylin'), on timin', before they see me, they see diamonds
I heard your lil' diss, it was garbage
When I'm in the spot, nigga, play Billie Eilish (yeah)
We

this beam up to his head
This Draco finna blow his face (Blow his face)
I got this Mexican lil' shorty and yeah, she bad in all types of ways (Yeah)
She

Tire Shop

Gangsta Blac

Can It Be

1996

of the hit,
Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five glock unloads,
From ya head to ya toe, then come lil man
I'm loadin' that ni-zine from the darkness

Order! Order! Order in the court!
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
Please be seated!
Mr skullkruncher, take the stand
Thank you very much, Your Honor

though
Stay on struggle what your fuckin' chain for
(Lay low, lay low, lay low)
They gon' do what I say though when I say so
In the same club we ain't in

You don't want us be the opps, lil bro tryna flip the car
He don't have to be the block, I think he love to go to war
Mr. Heart he stuff the woods,

my boss says to stop the day dreams
She says,
"Dummy, there's no money in your labour"
I say,
"Newsflash, kiss my ass"
Pass the funny papers...

(I

got your ass In a moshpit never gonna
Sleep i did that give me the Beat never have peace
Never give a sh**t cook a
Beat for Christmas thank you
Jesus

Go to Church

Ice Cube

Crunk Hits, Vol. 2

2006

in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) 
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga 
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!) 
In the hood, all

I don't touch enough paper, lil' bitch, I'm not bragging
I'm tryna fuck a thicc bitch who walk around with a wagon
Ain't no excuses, every day I'm Mr

GETTIN RIGHT
TALKIN ABOUT TONIGHT
LETS MUFUCKIN CHILL LETS DO SUIM
LIL MAMA LIKE DAMN ITS LIKE 2 SUIM

I DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU AINT GON DO NUIN
EXCEPT GO

trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;

More Dangerous

Busta Rhymes

The Wonderful World of Cease A Leo

1999

featuring Busta Rhymes  G Dep  Mr. Bristal 



[Lil' Cease] 

Uh  yeah 

All my BK niggas  uh 

All my niggas on the corner 

Pull your

sleep
I forever stand on what I'm talkin
Only speakin what I'm walkin
Ten Down
Two Flat
Two Up
Man that's all I need
Bad lil chick beside me
So connivin

a real Nigga got her ass turnt out I be lit up in my Section, nigga always
Makin play And Mr. Biggs just touched down, And he said

He got that yay, got

could u leave me lone?
mr.shadow man could u leave me lone 
(x2)

i was up to like 6 writing all night long
these lil hip hops nerds won't like this song

the bitches in the back
You suck my dick (Veeh)
I’m the type of nigga
That like fight fire wit fire
Once you get punched by my rival
It’s at least gon be wire

hungry
Didn't have a dollar, man that shit was ugly
Mama said be in the house by 7: 30
Mama, I'm outside with thugs
Doin' what thugs do hell yeah
We got

and puffin, eat me like a muffin, I'm fresh out the oven And burning your hands
Mystery van, Scooby Doo niggas beware, too many ghosts in yo ear
I push a pen
I

talkin bout taking me out
Yeah that be the day
I put them racks up inside of the house
And I ain't got no safe
Yeah watch what you say out your mufuckin

he don't cap, huh
He takin' your brain

Like, lift up your arm, and aim off the hip (huh)
Lil' brodie gon' pop off the rip (that go)
If I'm bein'

of takin' a L
While you played ya games, I kept my shit real
Fuck what they on, I'm in the yo' you would wait by the phone
Don't wait by the phone
Liquor gon'

the plug (Uh) in the cut (Ayy)
Countin' funds (Ayy)
I can show your block some love (Goddamn)
Niggas talkin' shit (Damn)
Load the clip (Damn)
Watch ’em drip

Fishy ass bitch, she always make me nauseous
I ain’t got time for your weak ass watches
Mad disrespect, then we moving to the offense
Lil boy, stop