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Pure Uncut

Master P

Lost [Bonus Disc]

1998

shit, there's no gimmiks, 

Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up. 

Verse 2-(Buk) 

Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up,

Bangin'

Master P

Master P Presents...West Coast Bad Boyz II

1997

marbles nigga 

But I got two sides 

Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area  I mean the Westside 

With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz

I like my Chevy seen high, when I ride by
24 inches got me all up in the sky
I'm a rider, a rider
Lil' mama, I'm a rider, a rider
And you can tell by

Cut the Chase

Pretty Willie

Enter the Life of Suella

2002

they know
There's one thing or two that a brother can do is try
his best to keep shows
Now let's ride (ride)
I'm locally known, nationally recognized

Patti Dooke

Guru

Buhloone Mindstate

1993

as long as they can't see our faces

One, Two
One two, you got it
Wootah

Runnin' through the trenches (what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (what?)

time for the playing
I need ya conversation
Two sips of that sweet bitch
If ya hearing what I’m saying
If ya hear what I’m saying
Uhn
Let’s take a ride

One, two, three, four

She pulled me by the arm and said, honey, let's go for a ride
I'm like, wait a minute, shawty, let's just hang inside
She

better go fast like Ramadan
It’s poppin’ off like a starting pistol
You better not get in the way (Nope)
You’re disqualified from the game
But it was fun

five
Smoove gonna blow wit the glock nine
I'm a bring the gang when it's war time
All my niggas praying for a gun fight
Let's go
She thinks I'm a villain

while she leaving
I told em step on status
Since y'all talk like y'all getting active
We ride around with ski mask on our heads you know we pistol packing

Fuck it let's go gettem gone
Put a bitch right in my song
Bullets rang and hit his dome
Might pound your chest no king kong
Steady slidin' through

get out
Bossed up Ain never complain let em think what they think I was getting to this money
We them niggas that's gunnin
Fasho
Two to his back he

on the block with a pistol on my hip
I ain't blowin' out the ride, bitch, I'm hoppin' out the whip
Yeah, make a milli' off of rap, nigga, fuck dope
Got your

on the drive
Deranged ride back(yup)
Never was to good for my home
Tell mcgavin that
Nah they din' asked me not to get on yo ass
I'm using da' gun for pistol

Hollyhood
Throwing gang sings out the window
Blowing straight loud
No marching band & my pistol
Blow like a whistle
Heffey, my brother
Gon ride like no other

Loyalty Lack
Part two
Aye from what I saw
They just wanna let you down
I'm all alone riding in this town tho
Never saw them come back around no
I

Intro

Yeah

clright

Fellowship 

Gang

Hook:
  To Much Money to be made,Just to die young/Let's Overcome , Let's live free that be the outcome/Me

but I'm still with the steel
Let 'em know we never lied
Bet not go and never hide
I can’t fold or switch my side
Same poles just switch the ride
Glocks,

only take 5
Jump out the whip w/ the pistol on my waist line
Bumping my new music Im still stuck on dat baseline

Let a nigga try to take mine he gone

you don't yo brains blowed up,
if you hustle keep a pistol wit 17 on yo hip,
if a nigga run up on you trippin' let it rip,
don't let a nigga get flip

suck my dick and let her stay

im countin benjamins 

flight from arizona to LA 

im in my element 

if i take an L i go insane 



Verse 2: 

bitch i

niggas plotting, pocket watching better watch yo homie
That's why i ride solo, I can't let em get up on me
These niggas phony
Speed racing in a box
Buck

The fuck that gotta do with me
Let me explain
We was talking over all our problems right
And you know how we do
We started getting high nigga we got

thoughts round like flying saucers
Even warriors
Fuck all these small talkers
I'm Slick Rick'n
Slip the tip in your bitch kitten
Let the plot thicken
Tried