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bean
Just came from the store had to cop me Celine
Like a bald head white man, I'm Mr. Clean
Like I'm DC I'm youngfly, what the fuck do you mean
Track

With tha B.G.

B.G.

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

featuring Big Tymers 



B.G. [Talking] 

Don't fuck with me 

Tellin' ya 



Verse One: B.G. 



Nigga better tighten up 

Before

'm the author
Type the next a text a bar about how I ought do whatever
When we come together
Shinning like a gold tooth
Lil dirt but chu know I told the whole

Don't Cry

Magic

Ghetto Organized

1998

Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's 

500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please

Mad bout a bitch but I alrey told yo
These bitches on go and you already know tho
Probably got attached by the head an lil deep throat
Fuck it send

stop?"
I walk in this bitch like my pops
Beat the fuck out you and the pot
Where I'm from, X marks the spot
On his forehead, put a fuckin' dot
They held it

And I got this choppa, lil' nigga, don't play with me
Her pussy balder than mofucking Mr. Clean
I ball up and swish, like it's mofucking Listerine
I

to run and got lined by a thot (What the fuck nigga? What the fuck nigga? What the fuck nigga?)
Got a hundred niggas in artillery
I be Clinton (clickin')

a fuckin' sandwich

Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force

Donald Trump Impression

through
I'm 2 focused
Soon
In different rooms
I did it too
Too focused to groom
Fuck is a comb
I'm in da booth
Been away from home
They see me
They see

Slide

Mr. Lil One

Wasted Days & Wasted Nights

I got a page, 9-double-1, Mr. Lil' One
Can you come across me, fondle me and floss me
Act like I care, grab you by the hair
Pull a 211

O-H-10 in this motherfucker what they
Thought it was man? Used to?
Fuck that we still get it in
Ohio baby! Machine gun Kells! MGK what up!
Midwest

But I'm faded off a lil Hennessy
I got ten fingers two pointed up at my enemies
I could make a million hits
And still not hit the industry
But

lemme get my phone,
Bitch came over to fuck lemme leave alright,
Bitch came over to fuck bro leave her alone,
I can do this shit 8x with the same zone,

your girl feeling juicy
Gunman gonna make a movie
My girls acting boujee
Lil shawty, aye, she showing her boobies
I get the bag, shout out to Gucci
Mr

again
You know i stutter (ST-STUTTER)
Fuckin with me
You dont fuck with another (ANOTHER)
And you fuckin with mr. noodle right now baby
Not fuckin with

gettin' flooded
Fuck what you want
I want the funds and I want it by the hundreds

Feel like Shrek, all the abundance
When I smoke, I get bullet
Gas

sipping on the crown
Told lil baby buckle up, but she didn't buckle down
Playing all them games, girl you thought I was a clown
Girl you thought is was

I leave the game on snooze, yall got like ten more minutes
Rap's SEC, I'm getting all up in your business
By my third album I'll be a triple crown

Position shuffle like a deck
Aggressive growls by her neck
Trying to break into a sweat
Only way I cum
Gone be correct
Afterwards we lay
A lil caress
Politic

of methadone soothin,  an addict with a habit that refuse to improve it, I'm so magic like a rabbit outta hat, it's two toothful,fuck I meant truthful,coz I

the album right by christmas
Or late easter
Thank you nice to meet cha
Mr. shell toe adidas
Big big belieber
I bagged your favorite baby
And didn't get him

Can't Stop, Won't Stop

Bloods & Crips

Bangin' on Wax, Vol. 2: The Saga Continues

1994

and the 10
Cause if it's on then it's on let the funk begin
I'm goin' out like a soldier see and the M
45 on my lap 4 extra clips and
Lil' boy flue you don't

a lonely road then got my 10-2 straight
No, I don't tend to fake
And I don't tend to give me a fuck about the shit that they say
Know what I is, you ain't