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Dead Ringer For Love

Meat Loaf

Hits Out of Hell

1984

Every night I grab some money and I go down to the bar
I got my buddies and a beer, I got a dream, I need a car
You got me begging on my knees,

risks just to get to this 'cause we ain't the ones that the cops like
Been so many times God tested me, they only see the answers I got right
They

Lock & Load

Bone Crusher

AttenCHUN!

2003

what?
So partner tell me what's happenin'

These streets is real
These niggas can't steal, what?
For the jump out boys, when they drive by

So if you're

Tron
Running missions with the gang
Feel like Digimon money Crocs
Hit the bank and just slip 'em on
Hardwood floors in the loft
What I'm dripping on
Got

their ass kicked by their own damn beat
What a shame, so astonishing
It's like I tried to tell 'em
But lord knows that they soul will sell 'em
I warned

the rain inside, but
I can't hear you from the background
Voices in my head tell me Jayare put the pack down
I can't hear you from the background
But I

got the bags, like I'm a grower
The clip extended, you know its showin'
I just popped some Perkies you know I'm rollin'
Mix yo bro with exotic it

411

Twista

Respect the Game

2002

Want to know who got a baby by me, what does he drive, where my tip
Be all in my bidness because they heard that I've been bumping they chick
I ain't

a friend
Drop him if he ever tell again
Bad bitch look fire
So I went and bought her ass some new embellishments
Was a broke boy with a gift
Ramen noodles,

raised
They love me
And they got my back
So it's them you gotta face if you talk like that
Tell 'em that ya hate
The boy that they made
In Russellville

got some shoes this glizzy knock em' out his lace
If he run up on me I knock him down and that's an open case
They smell exotic gas turn on the lights

like two times in a day
If you tryin my mans, then I'm soarin the k
Nigga, get to a, get to a bag
Got me the racks, I can't split it in half
If you

it?
Pullin' up in a new 'Rari
I got bitches who tell me they love me, it's too crowded
And I'm keeping like 2 shotties
'Cause I know these niggas

like they salt
Y'all get scared when it's after dark
She gave me brain now I'm extra smart
Now they got me on some extra shit
.40 came with a extra clip

want some benefits 
Cause you're malnourished ahh

My school struck me down got a gash uh
My confidence started to crash
It's blasphemous 
I

a pistol
Hitting targets farthest from me, know I won't miss you
Imma need some ice for all the working that my wrist do
Way it's flicking got em switching

some treats
Treating me like fucking meat
Chop it up, light it up, sauce em up like I fucking know habchi
God damn this nigga just got blood on my all

'cross the planet
I'm guessin' that's how God works, no way we could've planned it, no
Mama, look at me now
Your baby boy is more than just a problem

niggas got war stories
Ain't been to war in real life
This shit a jungle boy don't get me started
You ain't gone make it
If You ain't lion hearted
I come

the juice like a Capri but I'm a natural hustler (Her Son)
Tell me where the fantas at
Fuck the past ain't going back
Never thought I seen em jack
Be damn if

'ma need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh
I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Ridin' around town and I'm downtown
Big boy gat, I don't

you talkin'
Go get you some money, man
In love with the money shit got me in a trance

Hypnotized by them bands, uh
Cubanlink, can suffocate
I just want

Fuckin' Around

Trick Daddy

Thug Matrimony: Married to the Streets

2004

the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit' me

Been got my B's, got my cheese
Fuck nigga, you don't play wit' the G's (G's)

Bare with me the first 8 as I shake off the rust haven't
Wrote a rhythm in eleven months got rush back
Melodies of 2012 homie Zack on the keys