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B.G.

True Story

1995

Gangsta took you to war
Off wit yo head G

Don't ever underestimate
The 40 is off
Then you roll down for murder
And my game is cold

Situation bout this

I'm saying?
See what I'm saying?

Fell like I play for the Dodgers making sacks Troy Polamalu
I been getting guala young Quavo a shotta you niggas

Aye yo shout out my grandfather
Cause if it wasn't for him
I probably wouldn't making this song right now no cap

Sick of these niggas always actin'

Aye yo shout out my grandfather
Cause if it wasn't for him
I probably wouldn't making this song right now no cap
Sick of these niggas always actin’

out, uh
Niggas'll wrap saran, we on yo' lass around your house
Nigga not for my man he down and bad, he down and out, uh
Nigga be tryna laugh, we

oh ah
If I spend my money on you Sholeto
Odapo lo kayamanta for me ah
Your body fit to make a Pastor to dese oh
The way you Dey dance to my tune malo

by day
Focused on the cash no handouts, I gotta pay my way
I been on this for a while
Thought about putting it down
I heard they missing my sound
Yea

what I create boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
The couple stacks I would make went to Mac on my waist
I could send

create
Boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
(aaahh) the couple stacks I would make with
The MAC on my waist
I could send

Runs Nwanne Umuasa Aka guo Nleka
If to say tite no Dey for church pastors Aka guo Nleka
E mana Obuna Mmadu bu Chukwu Nwa guys aka guo Nleka
WOO WOO
Ndi

YSIV

Logic

YSIV

2018

like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for

Watch Your B****

Beanie Sigel

The Reason

2001

Throw your shit out on the trash
B-Mack, pimp-slash
Hustla, motherfucker!
But, back to the sript
When I'm twisted off that sip
You know my twist,

Short Skirts

South Park Mexican

On tha Cool

2002

until my tongue turn purple

I just did a show, for ten thousand mo'
I'm a go buy a diamond for my pinky toe
And if that diamond ring don't shine
I'm

my teachers and my school knows
I was living with my OG's used to tell my mum that school's closed
Picture this, niggas slippin' on their blocks for

Iraq (See the World)

Capone-N-Noreaga

The War Report

1997

a bunch of smoke flow astoundly
	new assembly, new identity, remember me
	keep remedy for the poison of my enemies
	maw and remy, Jack D the allizy, yo

all for myself (yea)
Fuck anybody that had ya (yea)
Getting this shit by my lonely (yea)
I don't need a mother fucking FAFSA (yea)
The way that she

spirt to move into this place
We have a need before us here today God
This past week our pastor
Our dear pastor
His private jet engine had a malfunction

Jesus christ

I think the pastor’s right
Sorry mama we ain't acting right
We just living fast after the cash life passes by
Another one of those manhattan

Numbed out, pastor call it blasphemy
Coke model, living life so lavishly
Fall right on your knees, mix a drink for me
And she call me god, make her

flows for these cold nights
And we wonder why we these one hit wonders come and go, I'm
Starting to feel a shift of change in energy
My mind's constantly

Meditating like I'm Gandhi
Getting high probably
Rocking harder than Rob Zombie
Still I rise, still I ride with my nine by me
Till I die, they ain't taking my

on these streets
Welcome to America

The sins of the father, my pop gave me to suffer
The friends I would follow was crack babies and hustlas
It's steel

At least by the man when a mic in his hand is bitin' what I'm writin'
Then I take a stand for what I believe
Then I start fightin' and I tighten
My grip

Look, I'm from Westside California, they run up on ya
Ask you where you from and check yo tatts under yo clothin'
Hustla, go hard make sure my knot