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and that's the difference
Stayin' outta prison
Got a couple pretty girls takin' turns kissing
Don't want her at my crib, told her stay up out my mentions

if you got loyalty you not going need love bro!)
I know!
Loyal ones die slow
'Cause loved ones all go
I'm balancing my highs!
By counting all my lows!

nigga
Had a coach and now he hate on me
I got a bag to blow hope he don't wait on me
You ain't no Sean Don you a lil' Shawn
Got your wife in the crowd

cause I'm a sinner
This a message for the opps, don't try your luck
Fucked Shawn Lewis' baby mama, she ain't tell him none
But he switched on the bros, so

of what's left of me.

[Verse 1: Shawn Mard]
Yeah talk about them long nights 
Fucked up while I wrong rights 
Encore so I gotta hit the song twice 
Make

Can't Stop Us

Field Mob

613: Ashy to Classy [Clean]

2000

I chase dough
Burnin' rappers till sun-up
And jackin' off layin' on my back tryin' to come up
To get grip
Shawn slick with bricks for chips
I flip

they style,
like they got it so sweet,
it ain't about what ya earn,
it's about what you keep,
man passes by,
in an aimless stroll,
barefoot in

seen Jumanji run up on it
I promise he end up runnin'
Fuck a runner, run a check
Still checkin' my balance to pay my mama debt
I ain't quite fulfilled my

it's sex in the city
You whipped out that band by your mans, now he movin' iffy
Hope his family got a funeral planned if he try the dissing
Woke up every

purr
'Fecto her fur, retro her weave
Hetero her heels, dreez, don't fuck up the dress code
She don't need a nigga for shit, she got her own
But if he

Hey Geezy this ya boy
Pick up ya phone its Marlon
Hey Bernard man whats up?
It's Lumpkin six man fan
I gotta let you hear something

Who's better

they said they got me
I just want my name up on the Forbes list
I can't care enough about no poor bitch
Money comes and goes like a orbit
And my pockets

hop up out the 'vert, these hoes, they gon' slurp it, ain't they?
Used to have to tell 'em step by step
Used to have to tell 'em step by step, shit,

In da Game

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez [Hypnotize Minds]

1995

sundown and on the twelve I guess
But now it's time cut the shit where's my mind at my best
I gotta test a nigga to see what he got can a fool
Make me

then I put it in her mouth
I told her to put her hands up freeze
Then she got on her knees
I said God bless you 
cnd she didn't even sneeze
Like I said

Construction worker bih you kno I keep that steal
My lil niggas in the field plus my cousin Doodie he been on a bid
& my other cousin she just got a kill
Prayin

Can't come to the woods boy need an ID
Got head tats no need for IVs
He getting figi if he run by me
In the back of the back lil bitch I’m asleep
And she

Step into da Cipher

Brand Nubian

Everything Is Everything

1994

First up it's the nuts up, what's up 
To the niggas from the projects 
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene 
Committed by

and goblins
Li Shawn he whipped down in the hotty
I bang in the bricks where it’s slimey
Ya mans he get hit pulling homi's
Got work in my sock need a dime bag

time
But I got a lot to go
So I'mma blow before I cross that line
I often jot
But I'm too caught up in these lines
Tryna satisfy somebody
That don't even

they can't fuck with me
Ran up the score, check the board, dawg
We up fifty (We up fifty)
All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me
Made a hundred by

snapping since talk my shit
Kangaroo jack yea the choppa got kick 
When he let it rip Ik it's gone hit
With the glock he shoot that bitch sideways 
Run up

9 Times Out of 10

Ludacris

Trippy City, Vol. 2

2013

to choose from, I can't make up my mind
But whoever I pick better get up on the dick real quick, don't waste my time
'Cause I got shit to do, so I'm just

Brian ... the babe they called Brian
Grew ... grew grew and grew, grew up to be
A boy called Brian
A boy called Brian

He had arms and legs and hands