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'm really getting views just check out my last track list
Smoking my opp out of a cart portable enemies
Can't put a ring on it she give out horrible energy
I

twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like

Takin' It There

Young Jeezy

The Recession [Clean]

2008

thinking about it all day long
And that two think I can't handle it
But I'm think I might end up taking it

I'm thinking about it, then by receiving
She can

his ass straight out his shoes
First one to go handle business but most quiet in the room
Money spreading like the flu
You want some Za I got it too

(gettin' it)
Find out, that she stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't

listen to me
I know all the ins and outs of this industry
Ans he gave it to me by the hand
And he does what he likes caus he can
They don't teach you this

'ma run to it
Shootouts every week, that shit was just fun to it
In my childhood, knew I was an entrepreneur
Took a hundred dollar bill, turned one into

You Don't Work, U Don't Eat

Westside Connection

Ain't a Damn Thang Changed

1991

I attended 
Til '87 graduation came and I wasn't with it 
Kicked out the house at the age of 18 
No money for college, mmm, how should I handle

blame
But is the money worth it if he don't love you the same
Memories made by maids love starts to fade
At the point where dad can't even tell you his

niggas if I go?
Name one at the ClearPort
Where you can't come
Eating, finger-licking on the G5
Prime state with the A1
When it come to rappers
I don't be

(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
They say they don't fuck wit' me (Cheese) 
But I say they can't fuck wit' me
Just like the air, I'm everywhere 
How

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

there till
A nigga get buried
I ain't scary, bring it, I'm ready
I be on them Antera's to the cranberry
Handle the whip like Andretti
And I handle a bitch

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and Brash
Its a 5 v 1 vs me
Still make it look easy
I bring the fight all to me
Cause I love these tragedies
I didn't cheat
I never hacked
If you can't handle

cause of status and props
Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah

Oh is that your

187

Dr. Dre

The Ultimate Death Row Collection

2009

it
On the nigga's time, in the nigga's place,
Take a strap just in case one of his boys recognise my face.
Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker,
But I

that light
The Police still searching
But I'm out of sight
I can't swerve unless I'm high as a kite
It's so hard trying to live right
Stopped by my bitch

shit your man won't with-stand (nigga!)
I make the hood like V.I.P.
Now you can't even get in without a wrist-band
I'm just, bland
Learn when you walk

to talk about
Brionne tell these niggas something
Guess I'm just the hood princess, 6-5!
Get it from my mama nigga, Dallas, Texas bitch
I guess I boogie

the trash and
The 5's in the cupboard
I never get stingy with a
Lick with my brother
Five bands and food stamps in
The trap with my brother
It's just me

who am I who am i
I'm just riding for my niggas cause I'm gon' lie
Who am i

God never give me
Nothing I can't handle
Nothing I can't handle
God never

who am I who am i
I'm just riding for my niggas cause I'm gon' lie
Who am i

God never give me
Nothing I can't handle
Nothing I can't handle
God never