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know what you thinkin
You feelin like a lucky guy
I was the same way
'Cause she was hard to come by
I was on her so hard
That I almost lost my hustle
(Go

that cake up nigga
Fuck that bitch, but I won't wake up wit her
She swallow my kids, she not my babysitter
Feel like Shaquille O'Neal in the paint, I

Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit

had bags in it

Sheets was recordin had a wire, askin' shit
Four days before I came by she got bagged wit' bricks
Crossed the line from her world

Gotta cash cow
That motherfucka making cheese (yeah)
Type of money, I tell her to jump, she on her knees (on God)
Kiss me out in public
We ain't gotta be

ya (by my right)
But I got the Devil sitting on my left shoulder
Say I wanna fuck but that's just what I told her
I feel warm inside (yeah) still I

to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you

pressure lately
Make-up off and she still pretty
I'm on my way and I'm still litty
I like her 'cause she needs no practice
Don't wear panties, I like easy

a diamond I guess I been under pressure lately
Makeup off and she still pretty
I'm on my way and I'm still litty
I like her 'cause she needs no practice

Krazy

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh

been
Lifetime never promised but we keep living for the dreams
My mind's on holiday, feels like it's there to stay
As I just waste away, same four walls

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

and ryhmin
I'm steady comin through, I'm laid back I'm still reclinin
I'm fuckin these hoes, they watchin these shows they sippin on fours
And watch that

hit them folks
Now all your friends dead like uzi show
Had cum on this bitch disrespectful
Fucked that bitch with thumb in her booty hole
When I painted

Sole Has Issues

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite,

(boom, bitch)
Bitch, quit runnin', nigga, flip somethin' (ha)
I know your soft ass ain't did nothin' (oh)
I'm hittin' these hoes by the four (thot)

road
But we gonna make it out that bottom 
40 pt on a baby k 
Cuz I'm feelin like I'm Pablo 

Safari aniamls in the backyard
Grazing by thegritto

get peeled
In the car by one, by two, he killed
By four I booked and flew the jet
On the way LA while on a Lear
She on me bad, so what it is?
Grip

on birch and pray often in church
They knees to the earth just to see that I fail
Sound over seas on the beats that I kill
Tears tend to reach down her cheek

How to Rob

50 Cent

In Too Deep [Original Soundtrack]

1999

him, run and toss the nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold, like four

PT
Business attire like a motherfucking white guy
Shorty is my type
Make her go night night
Bagging the bitches from the rags to riches, I'm not

the bottle down and then turned to search for the doorway that would
By memory, lead her toward the phone next to her chair in the living room
A straight

High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down

everything said she was lesbian
Her name was Ellen DeGeneres, I'm just a thespian
My sense of humor's like a PT Cruiser
Ugly, but still kills like freddy

Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
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