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the dump in
Talkin' crazy, you finna die over some dumb shit
I already told you twice, I can't love you, bitch
Had to cut bros off cause I heard he snitched

'fore the world we live in
Get’s turned upside down

Come together
Let there be only love
From all of us
Let’s rise above

The faceless names in their

Her inner lesbian comes out when the liquor gets in her
Without warning Trouble drop her booty right on my nut sack
Winter turned around I stuck a dub

overcome by the teaser
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
At the scenery
I´d be drawn to the depths of your melody
Feel so mischievous, pathetic

(Jealous) I feel you ghetto blast
(1993 shots) That’s right
(First love to the mack, Let’s go get ‘em)

Hey livin’ these days ain’t no joke
Fiends they smoke

round draft pick, high school to prison
Kids having kids, don't listen
Baby daddy's run out on 'em, we don't miss 'em
Crack, love, fiends and fiends be

Facts of Life

Ghetto Mafia

Draw the Line [Remastered Classic Street Hits]

about is violence
Jackin your ass for your muthafuckin grip son
I got my .9 package come get you some
Niggas get large or straight hoe-out
But a nigga

Loud Talkers

Doja Click

Speed Kills

Fuck a bitch and a snitch, It's all about my grip

Surrender to my will, submit to my game
My daddy just like you want it, broke down like dank
Doja

Dopeman Bitch

Mr. Bigg

Only If U Knew

2000

[Mr. Bigg, toned down voice, Chorus X3]
Your friends ain't shit
Your sister ain't shit
And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch

[Mr. Bigg in

Jungle

Andre Nickatina

Midnight Machine Gun Rhymes And Alibis

2002

and dope, man, don't come for free
Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemies
I turn around like a tornado
Rock it like a baby cradle
Call

love
Dimes offer me they healthy body
Wax museum MCs they get melted down
You think you know my story
'cause I come from Bucktown
My sound on Satellite

Live from where the sun comes up
Yes yes y'all freak freak y'all
Turn it up y'all wells, Maine
Spizzy Spose y'all small world y'all
Prep Dank y'all

more from you babe
And that’s the kind of thing I need
If you want to higher the stakes then
I think you’ll have to lose the sleeves
Trick up your sleeve

Hated but I'm gettin' hella love from the fans though
Absorb that energy, I'm Monica Rambue

You cannot get to me
I don't trust no one, the variants

yeah
Fuck you and that label you signed to
I rhyme true

Lookin' for a trick with some
Lips I can skeet on (yeah)
And don't think for a minute
That I

my pain into milk and honey

Though shit linger on my mind
I call my mama phone to tell her I’m fine
When deep down inside, I know that all could go