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sike
See what I did damn that was tight
And I needed my money up ASAP
Got me a coin never mind scratch that
I’m rich and a kid save that
But I never

cold when it's hot out 
Need a milli 'fore I clock out (wait wait)
See them ni**as steady tryna hate 
How you mad, I'm offering a plate 
Take ya chick

My Angel

Pimp C

The Sweet James Jones Stories

2005

believe we comin up and we ain't livin shady
I'm her baby, and that is my only momma
I'll kill you bitch-ass niggaz if you brang the drama

[Chorus - sung]

And I need you (Hey, Drilltime)
And I miss you
And now I wonder
If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by?
'Cause you know

Okay murs is my pharmacist
Cupboards full of Klonopin
I'm a seratonin re-uptake inhibitor
Bronze US monument
See me in hell cashing in on
That "see you

other girl, and there'll never be another, that'll be a better moonwalker
Moonwalkin' back to me, lookin' at me casually, I'm talkin' to you candidly,

easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next

Rollin' on 20's

Lil' Flip

2 Fast 2 Furious

2003

fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like

Houston, you’ll have a problem, Whitney…
Y’aint wan’ this trouble when you rumble wit’ me!
2020… Can’t you see?
No lyin’, I’m a lion,
With a jungle

a chitlin
In Houston dancin with somebody, but I'm not Whitney
Feeling like Tank Davis, hit him in his kidney

Being broke is a sickness
Oh, you try to rob

Swear they ain’t nigga 
Look in your eyes see the hate
You a fake nigga 

Fuck around and bake niggas
Know dat im a great nigga
Can not take a break nigga

quiet
You all know REAL got those vibes
Comin for what's mine
Patiently waiting for my time
Look, I'm too cold, anemic
My neck look like a freezer
I want

Smoke-A-Lot popular on the lock
For flippin' birds like Nadia
Mafia, Rap-A-Lot Mafia

[Willie D]
My Nigga, my Nigga
I'm here to say to
You try to tell it
Can

10 toes down by myself to the end (10!)
Ri-ride through the city
I'm out here screwed up and playin' that Keke (Houston!)
I'm tryna see me with guap in

to prison
But I'm fresh in all my pictures, icy like December winter
Slidin' with my niggas, we don't see our opps and drop the window
We gon' hop out, get

matters
See while youre hatin only makin you madder
Laugh to the bank cuz my pockets got fatter
Catch me In Houston lowkey, one deep, in the streets made me

Our Thing

Ghetto Commission

Wise Guys

1998

and Flood
Be the only motherfuckers ever show me love
It's cause of me ninth ward comin up like a storm
So when you see me identify me by the nine on my

the plug comin from Cali
You want a package yeah we movin by the pallet
Cardias sheer my eyes with sun rays
Go hard a BBQ on Sundays
Man my gun play takin

stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready

Blase Blah (Off Tha Head)

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

So I suggest you find God or somethin', cause like Whitney Houston said
"You have nothing, nothing, nothing for me!"
I kept it clean but it could'a

This Town

Rehab

Graffiti the World

2005

Did you hear about Peanut? He nutted up four police cars
He was raising hell
Took mace and a billy club to shut 'em up, well
Been sittin' here by

Chicago with the family, uh
Roots deep as my granny
O.K.C., we smokin' it heavily
O.k see i ain't telling it
Houston rockin' it heavily
House of blues,

I'm low key cruisin' wit a big boy purchase
Protected by my presence, therefore you're never nervous (nope)
I know ya boy worth it (yep), the kid got

for nothin' 
Bitch, you know he had that comin'
I still serve them grams, two hunnid 
I might move to Houston Monday
I don't pay my shooters nothin'