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had was fuckin' me
Cross me out not by a long shot
Not by any means
You gone have to take my soul
It ain't no shot of redeeming
Put yo money on this

You're the real Jack Frost (Jack Frosty)
I'm still showin' love, by the way (by the way)
They try and drag your name through the mud every day

I'm

Swamp Nigga

Master P

The Best of Tru

2005

from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all

still got me in the God born
And what's his name dies from AIDS
Mom dukes outta commission from breaking bothe her legs

[Chorus]
Yo the inner city life

writes it
Pay attention you just might miss it
Truth hurts and your bitch might kiss it
And I'm grown but I'm still eccentric
Cause you know the city get

of my niggas wanted to teachers but it's some shit they taught me (For Real)
And my niggas know I'm street I hope they never cross me (Gang)
I'm just

These rap niggaz fake ion wanna snap
Still riding with the pistol in my dam lap
But I keep it in my hand when I’m in the trap
Cross yo whole team like I’m

on the offense
Have yet to reach my peak
A Lion raised by a shepherd of sheep
I know what it's like to be ordered
Cross me I cross you up another alter alternative

punted
Jewelry around my neck, it's still raining when it's sunny
At first they had doubted, now we take flights cross the country
Took over the world,

Fools Gold

Petra

Back to the Street

1986

to dust
And this fool will find his gold in the Savior that I trust
Fool's gold
It's waiting in a crown
Fool's gold
In a city coming down
I'll leave

kinda tricky badman City

Rah! L-O-N-D-O-N
I beat my chest in the middle of the city
(shell)
If you wanna be my guest, it's a badman ting
So please don't

get the feeling that oneness is a becoming 
It is the perpetual rising toward our more subtle, eternal self 
While still being balanced of our

the very best gay (OKAY)
And it's all because I've never touched a VJ

Gold Star Gay
Gold Star Gay 
Hasn't touched a pussy
Since his mama's VJ
He's a
Gold

want it 

Fake diamonds you flaunted 
Goin leave you haunted 
When you get no respect or no bitches

And earn your ass some stitches 
Over gold plated

riding round in my city
In my city, in my city, in my city
And I'm back like I never did it
Back like I never did it, back like I never did it
No snap

Dollar and a Dream

The Game

The Documentary 2

2015

do the addition in ballerina shoes
Enough with the clever raps, it's more important than that
I put my city on the map, nigga
Yeah, I really put my

to buy four
When the streets got dry, had to grab five more
Get it by a plane, you can get it by a boat
Walk got signed, now they givin' out hope
You

doing great crab legs & steak still on my plate 
Don't need ya love it's all fake
That's y that I stay out ya way
My scale still 448, u can tell they

city we flying out
Labels blowing my phone wanna sign me now
Bitch I’m still independent
Sippin and spliffin
My niggas we kick it
With bitches in Benzes

The streets are paved with gold and lined with mansions
When no one’s looking this whole city dances
The best of it was built with brick and romance,

about midnight summers in the city of love (Oh)

Now I dream about, city strolls in the night glow (Yeah)
Your price high I still buy it though
You got

6 'N the Mornin'

Ice-T

Street Soldiers [Priority]

1992

at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just

I'm still in love with ya anyway
It's alright, it's okay, you know you're still beautiful anyway

Gold, baby, you're pure gold
You've been through

real
I know niggas still wouldn't admit

That I'm the best in the city 
It's for sure a nigga litty 
No you can't contest 

That I'm the best in the city