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got left
I got left by my right hand damn should've guessed
Prolly would be less than perplexed
But instead I'm in bed wit my head tween my legs
Over

already
We Been gettin fetty
Been ina kitchen whippin Betty Crock til it’s Rock Steady

Y’all niggaz petty
Fuck wit da feds
Y’all can’t hold water
Y’all

Keep Talkin

D12

D12 World

2004

to leave your famous
I'm a deranged pit y'all lift an AK to pinch ya face wit
Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man 
If its a bystander standin' by I'm

too hot 

Y’all be bugginn like I won’t step wit it 
Poking the bear woah what it do 
Ain’t nobody make noise y’all be sweet wit it come correct don’t

gold berettas
Y'all cannot hold me down
I'm just stormy weather
Oh y'all should know by now
Fuck it up run it up check it back
I'm watching weight like

Mannn
What the fuck y'all know about cookin grams
Wit a 36 in hand that u can move real fast
Y'all don't know shit about it, y'all need to get up out

niggas
Whenever we ride I'm by yo side I'm a go wit ya
You fuck wit' the guys slide slide we comin' to get ya aye
I just hit a stain split it with the gang

187 on a Hook

Brotha Lynch Hung

Blocc Movement

2001

you tripped when you fuck wit a villain which one of y'all motherfuckers said fuck Tech N9ne shady Pacino turned see-hoe when I clutched that n9ne me

Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!

West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch

Throw your set in the air even if you bang or not
Trae
Trae
T T fucking K bitch
Clips on clips I'll never not stay strapped
Chain in the air and a lighter

Who Wanna

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter

2004

y'all
Didn't know Jam Master well, but I rocks wit my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and your gal's dome I suggest, ayy

y'all
Didn't know Jam Master well, but I rocks wit my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and your gal's dome I suggest, ayy

Get to da money
Can't fuck wit these niggas
Get to da money
Can't trust these niggas
Get da money
Don't fuck wit these bitches
Get da money
No love

Intro (Blackball Me)

Killah Priest

Priesthood

2001

in yo head, is my electricution
But I'm comin back, and this time I'm strapped
And fuck +The Law+, 'cause I'm bustin my gat
And I'm wanted by y'all

niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!

Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas

I'm outta here
I can't fuck with y'all niggas
Y'all can fuck with Me

Pull up with the team
XO wit em hits
I'm not tryna fuck with you
But you can suck

Outro

Drama

Hood Music

2006

So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top

Yeah Yeah Yeah
Fuck y'all niggas talking 'bout huh? (it's time I see you)
Get it right, you fagot niggas heard Suge Knight
double r's the only

Wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles
To invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

neck and wrist iced all up
But y'all should be inspired men
And wake y'all up
And prepared you to look like
I won't break y'all up

Haters stand by, wit

I'm wit'a bad bitch
With a black glick and it's plastic (Glock)
See y'all niggas been talking mad shit
And till we catch u stretch u like u elastic

By

No Help

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

Fuck showing love back, I ain't showing none (y'all niggaz don't have to)
Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes
Cause who the hell should I

take off her thong
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun
Grrah, smokin' all deads

So why the fuck you drop my O?
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole