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in the closets

Phanatik, Phanatik (echoes)

I'm here, I'm in it, not
Of it, don't want it, Don't covet
I'm covered by the blood
Broken hip, walk with

that ain't important I'm protected by this Jesus piece

In my eyes I love to see them backends 
In my eyes I'm rolling dutchess berry
It's lots of niggas

now you gotta deal wit' everythang that comes wit it, baby-daddy get 'er back once I'm done wit it, he got smoke, then I'm hopin' that he come' wit it

creepin' wit' it
Get to runnin' fast

She on my mind
I'm tryna craft sum' wit' her
Ion' even want da' bitch
Unless the bag comin' wit her
Dat' nigga hatin'

fuckin wit' after me (nobody)
I'm the type of bitch to make a nigga spend a bag on it
This the type of pussy make a nigga wanna brag on it, uh
'Cause

know me
I'm active wit my homies
These niggaz just lack
Why can't you
Just rinse your own pack
Can't get spots off your ass
Already know
I stay rinsin it

mental curls
It's yo' earth, I'm just a squirrel fresh out of the winter
Trying to find the fortune that's been left for me since the beginning
My

roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up
Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up
Im weezy f and the f is for

So we be at it again 
Got caught up wit a lie
Being savage again

Feel like I'm losing my friend   
You gave it one more try 
Butterfly 
But I lost

yeah, yeah

High out my mind and I'm minding my business (Business)
Yeah I just started to feel it just give me a minute (A minute)
I don't do

me walkin' wit a limp
Imma bounce out on them niggas, it's Lil' ManMan what it is
We finna run down on him

Wake up in the morning got a play hit my

wouldn't do it to
Yea
Let me show you something
Stop making all them assumptions
I ain't like the rest man I know just how you feel
Baby I'm just tryna treat

Come and Get Some

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

Haaaaaaa This weed got me trippin somtimes I see ghosts
I'm visualizing crosses damn it's really posters
You think some fuckin body despite my 40 crew punch

I slang but I'm still a slave
Twist it in the system, just a number listed on a page
Made it through my home wit' my lights out I seen brighter day

I’ll put it on these white kids screamin Sosa like bang bang
Aye I say
Big racks all day
I’m paid
Pull up wit the mitt
I play
I catch the money
Throw it

and got some money so I let it stack
I ain't the one to be fucked wit
I ain't the type to be public
I'm moving in silence, I can get violent
All by my

nights getting lifted 
The flow is vintage Im built different 
On my gansta shit 
You on my hit list
Yea I be slanging  it 
And imma bang wit it 
I know my

;
Turning 'em, from all they objectives, thats why we cant respect it/
Reckless wit lethal weapons its best if you just keep it steppin';
~This time i'm

don’t have ta
Come and vibe wit me complete this captcha
If you a robot it’ll fucking catch ya
Is it an e is it a 3 that’s up to ye
Yeah, my complexity

I'm workin every single week like its urgent
All my verses got the smell of detergent
So clean u can eat off the words
Ain't gotta come to the show wit

feel it in the stroke
Pass her like the aux and then chop it up wit my bro nem
Master like the crops take precautions cause we don't know him
Aint no by

broke he jus a hater duh
You been kissin that hoe but she ate it up she love me bruh

Wait, ima pop out, 40 wit a dick all in my waist I'm finna rock out

Hard Ball

Killa Tay

Snake Eyes

2000

of me, I'm thinkin bout some treachery
On the click I get sick, like a nigga wit leprosy
When they step to me
It's smash murder

Hook (C-Bo)
It's Hard

been nothin to play wit
Told em I'm the hottest
But I ain't talkin bout satan
Diamonds on me shining
It got em doin the matrix
If she wanna party wit