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caskets 
OP ou is 
Nick beat the beat to death 150 lashes

Land of cold hearts bodies found in the park

Red beam on the 9 lil nigga hit ya mark

Ain't shit

still exists (Yes)
We've been blinded by the bling
The thought of being the king of the ghetto
Lost focus of our dreams and just settled
We got power but

I'ma die by the gun 'cause
I live by the bitch
How you trappin' in the field, you a bitch
Stop cappin' in your songs, hit a l-
(Hit a lick)
White

one weaker than the last
Jerome, his nephew's bitch
Nephew, pussy whipped by some trick that's takin' orders from me

Lil Leon
My sister carved your man

(Quan The Don313 Verse)

Uh-huh, Roxi Gang, nigga
Uh-huh, M30 on the tab, count them bitches by the thousand
I was really in the city, had them

mahn
Bra Small over Elon (Elon)

I was chosen by the hood
Go tlatsa the kgong-kgolo
E e heal'ang (heal'ang)
Yona nnete e e phelang
Ke tsamaa ka lekeke
Ke

And now all that I need is to be what you envision

Admit you never felt more alive than riding shotgun
On your way to the lot with a lil shoebox love

Behind the scene, regime calling shots
We debate in front of have nots
Lost souls from back blocks
Everybody in they hood feeling
They all can rap

gat
And blow holes in your frame till you look like an
afgan
Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan
Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways
Peel

And I got the red walk 'cause the beam look neat
Run the bag up, I'ma get the bands up
By the four-fifth tuck and the Glizz got a beam
Gotta live once,

hair and she spit that flame so hood
You love the way that thing sit in them jeans you love my swag
But you don't know the half 
You don't know my bags

Beat Up

Lil Rob, Bandit, Proper Dos, True Breed, Low Profile Gangsters

Low Profile Gangsters: Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

on the streets you're getting beat up
If you a sucker in jail you're PC'd up
And we don't stop riding till the homies is free'd up
We g'd up from the feet up

Beat Up

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

on the streets you're getting beat up
If you a sucker in jail you're PC'd up
And we don't stop riding till the homies is free'd up
We g'd up from the feet up

Amped Up

Turk

Raw and Uncut

2003

respect lil nigga feel me
I'm a soldier 5'11 from magnolia
Look, don't talk I'll show ya
You with yo boys look I'm by myself
You talkin noise look that's

for fleas and piddled on trees and sniffed each other's ars'oles
Red Riding Hood thinks we're dead good although we've got the mange
She likes it doggy

on his watch home alone paranoia 60gs
On the spot got a line on
The girl he not with me in the block
Get love in the hood we be
Feeding the block i ain't

gang froze
Pulling up on they hoes 
Being trailed by my bros
I can see the stars 
From in here 
Been whipping luxurious cars
For right now 
I can see

the winter
If it's fuck you den it's fuck you I ain't tryna rekindle
I'm riding through them blocks serving sick out the window
Call it Lil Jon get to blowing

and my eyes red tint
With my back turned to the horizon
Gotta keep my grip, even when my mind slip
Cause I can't let what I built start sliding
Raised by

With all this drank in my cup
Staring inna' mirror just screaming
If it's up then it's up
Riding with these pistols Nigga AR AK
I don't need no red laser

Fuck em
Pull up in that red GT like fuck it
She don't want no boyfriend, she just wanna suck it

Fuck them lil' chickens, we gon' flip them by the bucket

was never bout you baby I'm just keepin it true
Damn lil mama went from red to the blue
If I drop some out merch she'll go cop it for you
Crazy just

Put on a fresh new fit new kicks to the whip like flint finna smoke a lil hay
Finna take a ride on lake shore drive I be riding high like im S N Y
Smoke

Midwest Swinging

Big Ward

Vol. 1: Family Input

2002

up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
The lou is more than the rams, cards and lil' arch
My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle
Love