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dick
Big wig
Big blunt
Big big big
Baby I am big
I’m so big
I’m starting to feel like heavy d
R I P to the legend B I G
Big L, Big Pun, notoriously
RIP

namimintas
Pero sarili kong pera ang iyong winawalkas
Para kang sphnx ugali mo'y nakaka-stink
Kung hiyain mo ko talagang nakakashrink
Girly p-d bye bye don't

that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville

Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me

The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G

Some of ya

days are much harder than the last one
Another kid gone before we mourn the last one
C.P.D. anxiety just to pass one
They're itchin from the opportunity

to fuck me
Bad bitch wanna cuff me
Dont chase treesh but only money
Dont need yall
I got my bands as my default
She want tha team I recalled
My D in her p

to replace
She made a quick decision to put Vega on her newest plate
Cuz I put that "G" in GAME
This "D" put that "P" in PAIN
"VE" to the "GA"
I'm pretty sure

Wilbur Chapman, Charles H. Marsh; P.D. Arrangement by Bubba Smith
© 2006 Winding Way Music

Southern,Thotian Bust DOwn In my Trap House,AK's In Chargers I Spray & i Peel out,,Money Talk so please Hush Yo Mouth,broke ass niggas Not Bout WHat we bout,,R.i.p

letal;
el Kri-k, saludo a mi pana Zpicaz, Q.E.P.D. sónico, poeta de la lírica,
Argot Callejero llego, haciendo y deshaciendo con el pool;
aquí en mi

A new obscenity laced rap video from the cousin of an unarmed man shit to death
by the L.A.P.D. appears to threaten the lives of police officers

too swift bro it never miss
Life ain’t no skit so Legions get split
Holding a big pole demons get Stripped
Let it rip
Have em r.i.p’d
They get zipped

at me
Who been down since South View?
Who been down since 3?
Boy you out here faking
That don’t sound like me
Stay up on my own side away from S.P.D.
I

murdered in his own garage
Loud music so they mute him with a bullet barrage
Ryan Twyman was shot 34 times at 24
L.A.P.D. went on a spree that day, he's one

at me
Who been down since South View
Who been down since 3
Boy you out here faking
That don’t sound like me
Stay up on my own side away from S.P.D.
I

ain't eating your team hungry
Grand mama gone pray for me
Enemies gone prey on me
Enemies that prayed only when they R-I-P'd they homies
Real nigga versus

Cuz he know i put my D in her P 
I don't sleep, sleep for the weak 
Stand up Nigga ain't taking no seats 
I'm tellin you mama ain't raise no hoe 
Put

the stress you can’t deny
I got the B.P.D in me it’s getting clearer can’t you see
I can’t be free I need to bleed I need to be the things you need
For me

Applebee's 
I might give ya game but that ain't free lil' b**** it cost a fee
I might stretch and climb a tree like Lil Gray Monkey D
Cop a p you cop a plea

shoulda knew it damn 

You was my B I was yo D 
For that P I was in L O V E
And if we bein real 
Then let's just real it in 
Someday I hope you learn

selling pasteles
And neighbor's selling limbe
I can get low prices for the high grade
My plug seen me grow up from them baby days
My godfather R.I.P.'d

fingers
Even though im P'd up bitch i still keep it gangsta

I aint never got a job but I'm always making paper
I give credit where its due I aint never

a reason I’m faded
There’s a reason I keep the drip
And I Keep the drip it’s so dangerous
D R I P
WE THINK HIGHLY
MUST DO RIGHT THING
KING ON MY STREET
WHO

Nothing but fortune cookie parrables
A pair of full belly politicians 
And a bitch with a half mast flag
R.I.P.'d all your dreams
You got side eye beams
But

knew would get lit
Countin days trippin in them dorms , 100 push-ups Dreaming of bins , d-u-m-p-s ain't nothing cooked up
I knew my bitch was fuckin