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Yes Mr. Big Shot
4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I

4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I drop it's a good day

that ease stress away? (Naughty, Naughty)
You got drama, never mind that
Naughty by Nature, 3L Dub, all star tracks
We got that flavor, make your

get too friendly
Best friends
To lovers
Till lovers turn to enemies
So fuck me like you hate me
Boy I don't understand
Cuz you talked up your head
So

What Have I Learned

Bizzy Bone

A Song for You

2008

you've earned
Don't interrupt me, I speak to the lord
Heavenly choir, now we are in Church

With a bounty on my head, and the county holdin' my mind
Angels

Baby Boy

The Wannabeez

Dance Mix

2003

top, girl
You no stop shock, girl
Little more da dutty, we'll rock dat world

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you

I don't care how you critique
I can make myself the trending topic every week
I'm my own type of elite
I rap what I find in my mind
Lots of untold

it's clouding up my eyes
All these visions of your face they're clouding up my mind
Too much wind is in your hair when we zoom in the ride
I can hear you

Tell me how do you want me
Stop talking you don't owe me
Thought you my soulmate
Hurt me the day you meet me
Tell me do you need me
Want me you don't

Episodes

Lootpack

Soundpieces: Da Antidote!

1999

it don't mix 
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix 
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets 
Amputated, 'cause your

bout COVID bruh you’re just making excuses
Cause your shit can never pop, you claim alternative music
See I think that it’s stupid it's shitty music
Mix

down a life sentencing, Nigga! So, keep your nose clean, as the moral of the story's unfolding. Keep holding to what you got. Stop focusing on who

you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack

Not a dream cuz if so typically you also dream 'bout fame
But I don't want that I heard that that shit plays mind games
Like a puppeteer and you become

ChyBaby wanted the car and the dough
Made a mistake with my time I don't know
Don't need a reason I'm keeping your secrets
You just believe that it's

away
Everything you think ain't exactly reality
And what you say don't exactly apply to me
And look at that 
The profits of publicities 
The by

rolled
Fasho baby you know how it go
Sitting here waiting to pop
I keep making hits no way I could stop
Every lah song is a bop I really don't miss
Make

can't even imagine what your DM look like (woo, ooh)
I see the future, you what my BM look like (huh, ooh)
Say you got a man, that don't even look right

Psycho City Blocks [Album Version]

The Psycho Realm

Psycho City Blocks

1997

We came to drop these styles; It's no shock
We rock 'til the cops come and knock non-stop

We come from Psycho Cities and Blocks
We're raised by

of times
Promoting black on black crime, you must have lost your mind
We lost identities back in 1555
I'm bringing the truth because devil is a lie
Ain't

shock
My name is Travon Martin 
And Zimmerman about to murder me
 
It was the law who shot my brother 
It was a cop who shot  my sister
Your honor tell me

don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
hotel motel holiday inn
If your girl starts acting up then we take her friend
Everybody go hotel

I just wanna nice ride
Cursing by the sunset 
Don’t worry, we ain’t done yet 
What the fuck you done yet?
Don’t worry I ain’t upset
Nobody else is up

new faces
I know I’m the topic
Done with all that gossip
They want me dead
They want me dead
They want me dead
I don’t stop it
I keep stacking my wallet