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roll no dubs 
Heart cold ion want no hugs 

I be working hard fuck is a luck drop a tape and I'm droppin deluxe 
Final seconds kno I'm comin in clutch

the M-Town
Pistol Totin' somkin' hay, I got on King Louie with Lil Jay's
I told them niggas I don't fuck with you, in the M saying Bill Bill I'll bust at you

shot for free
While I watch Washington's wooden teeth in her booty cheeks
Kings of last century, was livin' like peasantry
I don't even like sleep,

Bangin'

Master P

The Best of Westside Connection

2007

but them niggaz on wait 

Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track 

Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher 

Nigga make way for this

Four cars full of shooters just in case they try to follow me (huh?)
Keep them pistols in the party, we don't go by policies (we don't do that)
Ayy, we

Smooth sailing over these beats as you listen
I've been giving a lot of hidden messages
Don't you miss them
As I free my soul from my own

they feel my presence
Hopping in a Hellcat or Track, this ain't a Lexus
Get his ass beat but I ain't talking 'bout no Nexus
Bro was cracking cards, he

everything alright
Momma cookin wit it pops teachin wit it
Dub made the track just so i can speak wit it
I got to have it everyday hour on the hour
Minute by

an Ivory both of them gon' ride
Got the dub on my back and they all gon' ride
Fresh out the pen and I'm feelin' hella fidgety

Big chop in my lap fuck

All them lil white babies runnin' 'round my block ya

See me see me now I'm runnin up by thousands
Catch you with ya dogs you don't act the same with

yeah
Eko Fresh in da motherfuckin' house
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Also, Junge, check das aus
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Jetzt wird dein Block

extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425

Everybody call me by the name (bitch)

I started from the ground
Everything is all amount
I go all in
Everytime i fight the cunts ay

Back with M i L L
I cant

What Ya Wanna Do?

Ice-T

The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech...Just Watch What You Say

1989

loud, I drop em
I like 
I'm Bronx Bob, bring the beats and I'm

Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls
Standin tall, rappers in my face, they

a freak hoe
Shit, I'm goin beat mode
I rip this bitch up like I'm King Kong
Just me in my kingdom
Cause I stand alone
When I got this Amiri, this Gucci,

Range Rov', and I'm playin' Hov
Flashbacks, seeing cops in them plain clothes
My nigga fighting open cases and they ain't close

I'm a young king
I'm

Fruit of the spirit I'm a fruit fly 
I had to change I could not get by
Reppin' The King i'm no good guy
Its only one and he live up in the sky
He

beat rat, pissy ass baby father
Yet you all up in my bidness
Bitch my chain cost ya premium, plus installment fee
If you don't like me, why dafuq you

unite and come together
Rocking with me, Dub Lab yes we all on the beat
Coming together like one family
Divided by hate, united by peace
Feeling the vibe,

them (king)
I don't see them (uh, uh)
I don't see them (haha, let's go, let's go)
I don't see them 

I don't see them through the tints in my Benz (in my

to be
I'ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
Trynta score

the beat)
And there were writers in the past
Who I bet if you asked
Would say graffiti cannot last
But they crossed that rail and
They blazed that trail

shit
Im next in line
I been said that i can do this ever time avatar of this rap shit
Im next in line
Call me avatar Dub for the hell of it and trust I

done sent mans to attack me 
V-dub and the Benzo we skrt'n in that valley 
Ni**as wanna pop me up take me out in them alleys 
This shit done seemed