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smell Runtz
Old Navy trousers, by middle school a nigga didn't wear it
I was generous with love, when I got broke a nigga didn't share it
Told the lil

might call my bro
He gone up and blow
Quick to up a score
Dreadlocks don't make you savage, still pussy bro
Have them niggas at your head if you want lil

head
Go hard til ya dead
That feeling of running a red
Ducking the cops getting caught by the feds
But most of us right at our desk blessed but stressed

Yeah, I feel alive in this place
I will abide and reside by the faith
They write lines that's a sign of they pace then they
Hear our shit and they

Love You, (Yeah)
Forever , (Yeah)

And I love her like no other 
Met her in the 80’s introduced by my Brother 
Now I’m a lil older our relationship is

still exists (Yes)
We've been blinded by the bling
The thought of being the king of the ghetto
Lost focus of our dreams and just settled
We got power but

I'ma die by the gun 'cause
I live by the bitch
How you trappin' in the field, you a bitch
Stop cappin' in your songs, hit a l-
(Hit a lick)
White

These niggas mad that we then passed em
You can't even get inside the whip if you lacking
Lurking through his hood cause if I catch that nigga then

caskets 
OP ou is 
Nick beat the beat to death 150 lashes

Land of cold hearts bodies found in the park

Red beam on the 9 lil nigga hit ya mark

Ain't shit

one weaker than the last
Jerome, his nephew's bitch
Nephew, pussy whipped by some trick that's takin' orders from me

Lil Leon
My sister carved your man

(Quan The Don313 Verse)

Uh-huh, Roxi Gang, nigga
Uh-huh, M30 on the tab, count them bitches by the thousand
I was really in the city, had them

mahn
Bra Small over Elon (Elon)

I was chosen by the hood
Go tlatsa the kgong-kgolo
E e heal'ang (heal'ang)
Yona nnete e e phelang
Ke tsamaa ka lekeke
Ke

And now all that I need is to be what you envision

Admit you never felt more alive than riding shotgun
On your way to the lot with a lil shoebox love

Behind the scene, regime calling shots
We debate in front of have nots
Lost souls from back blocks
Everybody in they hood feeling
They all can rap

And I got the red walk 'cause the beam look neat
Run the bag up, I'ma get the bands up
By the four-fifth tuck and the Glizz got a beam
Gotta live once,

gat
And blow holes in your frame till you look like an
afgan
Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan
Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways
Peel

hair and she spit that flame so hood
You love the way that thing sit in them jeans you love my swag
But you don't know the half 
You don't know my bags

Beat Up

Lil Rob, Bandit, Proper Dos, True Breed, Low Profile Gangsters

Low Profile Gangsters: Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

on the streets you're getting beat up
If you a sucker in jail you're PC'd up
And we don't stop riding till the homies is free'd up
We g'd up from the feet up

Beat Up

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

on the streets you're getting beat up
If you a sucker in jail you're PC'd up
And we don't stop riding till the homies is free'd up
We g'd up from the feet up

Amped Up

Turk

Raw and Uncut

2003

respect lil nigga feel me
I'm a soldier 5'11 from magnolia
Look, don't talk I'll show ya
You with yo boys look I'm by myself
You talkin noise look that's

for fleas and piddled on trees and sniffed each other's ars'oles
Red Riding Hood thinks we're dead good although we've got the mange
She likes it doggy

on his watch home alone paranoia 60gs
On the spot got a line on
The girl he not with me in the block
Get love in the hood we be
Feeding the block i ain't

gang froze
Pulling up on they hoes 
Being trailed by my bros
I can see the stars 
From in here 
Been whipping luxurious cars
For right now 
I can see

the winter
If it's fuck you den it's fuck you I ain't tryna rekindle
I'm riding through them blocks serving sick out the window
Call it Lil Jon get to blowing