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its Halloween, I found a mask and pop a bean.

Shorty Puerto Rican know she ride wit me, find a club and kill the scene 

Find a bed and make a sea,

What Part of the Game

McGruff

Destined to Be

1998

You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem

a nigga get risen
Witcha pen to the pad I fuck
Ya head up with this rhythm, um
With the phat shit that make
Your fuckin' hat flip
(Back) I can do

Pill poppin
Non stoppin
Yeah im feeling great wow
Escolhe
Qual dose
Ce quer 
Só dizer
To num feel
Nothing real
Consumi
Pra esquece
Pop a pill
Sangue

I walk that walk, yeah that's why I talk that talk
Let my down my flip, pop up my trunk but on my life I spark the dark
I'm on that um (movin slow),

I never needed nothing
What I want I take
Thas how you do it
Growin’ up in the bay
Raised by the village
Taught me stunt everyday 
No matter how you

I never needed nothing
What I want I take
Thas how you do it
Growin’ up in the bay
Raised by the village
Taught me stunt everyday 
No matter how you

As if that look off in your eyes wasn't plenty notation
By you biting on your lip, that was plenty indication
It's for certain how you work it

Eyo ey yo ey hey

Ey yo
Ich fick dir den Kopf mit Hip-zu-den-Hop
Komm mit auf den Block, Partytrip
Haste Bock?
Dein jugendlicher Kopf ist mit Pop

fault, nah bro
I been on the top flow, top off
She been tryna top both my bros
I think Imma pop off real soon
Yeah I better blow up by June, now look
Well

(wagwan?)
Meine Stimme rau, Albtraum vom Strafgesetz (ja)
Geht es um Straßenrap (was?), hab' ich das Markenrecht (haha)
Benehmen wie ein Hinterwäldler und

Yeah, you know son
You know um, It's things I need to tell you man, for real
Growing up in Harlem man
And trying to explain what it means to be

Wanna Be a Baller

Fat Pat

Greatest Hits, Vol. 2 [Screwed]

2004

down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Want to be a baller shot

Kind of Love

Rapsody

The Idea of Beautiful

2012

spots, South by
Kind of love is that? Nada, proper
I break um off like Biggie in the Acura
Styling, riding throught the street profiling yo
Yesterday,

Jurka, ah, yeah

Es ist Juri, Feinde wollen mich tot sehen, Makiaveli (ja)
Dress ist Prada, Fendi, Drive-by-Shoot, Impala Chevy (frrt)
Sunny,

language
My son's next to me
Everything changed up when I made it
Like um let me see
Niggas dissing like faggots and trying
To tongue wrestle me
Now I'm

With the slate clean let's break dreams
Drown him in debt by eighteen
And as he's still suffocated in the portrait
Let's sell him a house
'cause we know