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by my earring 
Check your fucking hearing

Cause I ain't commin through the speakers all on the down low
Loud is the way that I roll
Have to at your

round, I'd steal your pens
But thats okay, you stole my heart
Knew we'd never grow apart
You wrote my name down everywhere
We were young, but truly cared

like
You struck by Cupid my hair is in your face
Nigga three pounds to it
If the radio don't play my jam
They fuckin' foolish what's his name?
(Hodgy

nothing else out there
Early morning pop a screen bags tied around my feet tiptoeing you won't hear a creek
A quick death you and your bitch were found

Freek-A-Leek

Petey Pablo

Still Writing in My Diary: 2nd Entry [Clean]

2004

back, relax and enjoy my time
And let your eyes roll back and my toes curl
(I love when you do that, girl)
'Til it comes time for me to have to give

that Southern living
Make you see 
Your color brang shit
That why you see us write 
Amerikkka down wit 3 Ks 
On the gang gang 
Yeah I made it through

got lost from the pride
Im still getting on my feet don’t make me fall
I been hurt too much before I’m trying to heal
Ah yeah for real
Get my name

being low when your used
To being 40 bags up

Going in the roads not going in
Going in I got to keep going in

You can hear the pain in my voice cuz
So I

to be your main
 Almost lost my life at the chick house where I was staying
Woke up in the hospital bed, and of course you was there yea

Praying I do

'em off their feet (yeah)
Close your eyes and picture out the scene (yeah)
Hope Allah forgives me when we meet (yeah)
Hear the lies on my name, it's

In a fighting scene
Sword tings - Can't hear the feet
Thought I told you not to intervene
Drinking out Yoplait buckets need fine China
I'm fine shining

mind then I recline
Ha keep em coming like I'm big chief
Ya hear my name cuff your broad when I'm in heat
It's Tupac when we ride on our enemies

Backstage

I-20

Self Explanatory [Clean]

2004

[I-20]
Yeah, adult Hip Hop 25 and older put your hands up
Rich Nice where you at baby? Whoo!
I go by the name Bobby Bronson
Yeah, this is Disturbing

get out of the bits
Move on and chase your dreams
Hmmm, you know the steez
My wave, vibrates
On some different frequencies
Still I love the way your ass

Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

(Verse 3)
Precious Lord I love your name 
When I look

a cheetah
Get of your ass and get that bag chase them racks
Get that sack run it up till we on
Smoking on that strong
Man Free my niggas home
I just pray I

hand boy I feel your soul
If it don't feel right boy  time to go
Get out of my face with your faking ass
Puff puff give bru time to pass

Is frontline

with my baby and 2 dope ass bros 
You can't hear the silence/ when the window is closed
Water flows through the holes and makes you sick/ when you pick

get clipped
I see
The common type of man
And I try
The common type of plan
But my hands
Are sweaty suicidal
So I ran
To give myself a while
3:36 till

Hollywood

The Luniz

Cydalwayz

1998

step aside, it's time to introduce myself
I'm T the Luni
surrounded by doobies
condoms and groupies, love me more then they do Lucchi
(you do your

rope a dope and feed her coke
Before your whole pay check will end up her nose
Dag nab it, it's a habit to go in
Probably why I end up losing all my

Let's Get Funky

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

Choppers with drums
Nigga thats how it comes
Assualt rifles, extended clips
Let you know where I'm from
The names chopper city
It's a city

instead of driving to the lane
I had to get up off my ass I had to get up (get up get up)
Hear the crunches in my abs I had to sit up (sit up sit up)

essence
Hustlers etiquette, known by my confidants, my name says elegance
You can feel the ambiance , I'm all about my dollars, yens, euros and drachma's