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Ghetto D

Master P

Mix Tape, Vol. 1

1998

to the D Boys (drug dealas) 

Neighborhood dope man 

I mean real niggas 

Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents 

Ain't got a dime, but I rides

spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo

on aboki and I VIP after that
But what you gonna do me
My nigga that why I laugh at that
Like OMG cus boy them a talk a lot
Niggas getting smoking but we

Let Me In

D-Loc

Sickology 101

2009

And before the club close, The owner gon' respect mine
Spend a lot of money and that's the bottom line
Ten cars on chrome, Plus the neck shine
Baggy jeans

They say to me I can't understand him
Him meaning me the E Earthadox maybe
Put a book in your brain they call you Sir Book a Lot
I mix a lot

passé
And I'm to rad to stay
'Cause darling, no one listens
When you've got nothing
Queer to say
Now, hang on there
Sir "Glam-A-Lot Supreme"
For where

I once knew a brother
Who talked when he was lost
Made a lot of his thoughts mood
And paid to play the part
Practiced praying advancely
Well ahead

screamin' pick yo mans up

We don't do no acting, do a lot behind the cameras
Told him get his bands up, he posted by the Benz truck
Sending all those shots,

Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and  eat green like sebi
 Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
 This

enoykeni ubophepha
Mgabadeli kanti ni velaphi?
Mgabadeli kanti ni velaphi?

Lets go started from the bottom my nigga homemade
Still going strong with a lot

spewing
I'm in the bathroom just chuffing
Catch me outside of LA
Pussy boys just want to play
Hit you outside with a rake
Imma be taking the cake
One to six

made for toys.
I wan´ em real thick an´ juicy.
So fin´ that juicy double.
Mix Alot´s in trouble,
Beggin´ for a piece o´ that bubble.
So I am lookin´

Rotate

Busta Rhymes

Channel 10

2008

Ether boy! (oh yeah!) oh oh! (Nore!)
(Ron Browz!) Nore! Oh oh!
Busta bus! (yes sir!) Oh oh!
Get that money!

Ohhh!
My nigga find a girl

squeezy I walked in on you doing a poo Sir
Good Golly Miss Molly, what a great folly, walking in on you doing a poo
(No worries)

Chorus: Zach
What the eff

Dos racks got me feeling real hot
Low mags imma pull out my glock
Toe tap till I get in my spot
Hoes mad cuz I diss em a lot
Slow past now I live in

It's just me and my wife
Don't you bring up the past now
I've been after that cake
I've been after that stackhouse
I ain't gone back down
Lil baby I'm

do u spit or swallow
Chuckle while I hit the blunt want some rice for lunch
Saw a tow truck n thought that boy taxin for runts
Yes sir he is that boy

International Red)
Uh yeah let off the gas and stop
If you still spinning like them mix show DJ's
Add the box (What up home of the boys uh yeah)
We watching

International Red)
Uh yeah let off the gas and stop
If you still spinning like them mix show DJ's
Add the box (What up home of the boys uh yeah)
We watching

anything else ya need?
I said no sir, just a check please
We're ready to go and I picked up the tab
Boy you already know
Boy boy boy boy boy you already know

And pounds of baby food
Good, lean butcher's steak
Very satisfying cake
Impress this fact upon mother
Boys and girls have overactive oil glands
Don't say it

You don't wonder why these bitches want to marry me?
No sir, I can't let these boys get the best of me
Pull on your block and we pop 'em like ecstasy

That's click, clack, pow, pow
Bullets hit you like ow, ow
Wave at you like bye now, bye now ha
Shit, wave at you like bye now
Boy I'm riding around chasing

Faz you just bout cake cash
Take grab make that look now all yo tapes crash
I stick with the hunger mix it with intellect
You live in the net go outside