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a couple of blicks (Yea)
Stick to myself lil' bitch yea I stay out the mix (Yea)
I'm with ya lil' ass girl and she know what it is (Yea)
I'm in the stu'

The profile low though
From genesis found love in the coco 
That's all the bros know 
Profit over logic
Ain't thinking bout time served 
We tryna cook up

money
I can trip low i even met your nigga Spook G
Forget your head
Ride and come halla at ya big homie
Pretty Tony in the lifestyle play
Lil Leelee doves

paid by the
Minute ya lil bitch
We heavy drinkers up inside this
Bitch let's take a sip
I told the bitch I love it
When we party
I love it when you get

bleed it
I'm so greezy for the baggage cause I need it
Stack high, lay low, ball out all season
Get money boys Mr. I stay scheming

For baby joe do it

live by the codea and you know I die by the code
If I get booked won't tell ah soul
We play wit dem poles
When we spin ya bend
Like the mannequin

No Playaz

Lil' Mo

Up Close and Personal

2001

Whoo!
[CHORUS:] Angie and Lil' Mo 
Even though you got no money 
Other chicks be actin funny 
It don't matter boy 'cause I got love for you 
[a

know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with Bo
Keeping our business down on the low
Sipping on Hennessy smoking on dro
High key I got it for

Uh, uh, I'm in a mix, lil' bitch
I can't give a fuck 'bout a hoe, 'cause I know they dirt and they know what it is
Watch out for the tricks, lil

I'm a Playa

Three 6 Mafia

The Peoples Champ

2005

on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat
Where's the drank I'm runnin' low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought
But not to worry dough never

Ill Be He Who DEADED Simon
Fuck What They Say Bae 
Let Me Put That Time In

I CAN 

Be The One You Need In Yo Life 

Never Said Im Mr. Perfect 
But

'm dropping and I'm splashing but my ice Froze I ain't cappn Bitch

Why you creeping on the low  lil Bitch
Trynna fuck the gang better slow Down by
Grown nigga,

no send me (Opor o)
I prefer that low profile 
But my matter gan too Loud
I notice the hate
And I cloud 9
They can't bring me down 
Nigg** so High

folks
Wait, this the king that u voted for?
Mr. grab by the puss
Who u voted 4?
Some very fine people
You done voted for
I got a lil news flash 
For you

Definitive

Company Flow

Funcrusher Plus

1997

I'm still in the mix 
One of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequence 
Life's a L-O-T-T-O, carry a switch for self-defense 
Rappers try

Now I'm pouring up this pain into this microphone
I got demons in my head I just want be gone
I mix the X pills with codeine that is what I'm on
Where

something yep
So now I show you off to the block no fronting
Even when the skies is grey and my money was low
But now the dough like Kaiser bro
Not relying

Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Say you got it for the low
But I don't trust none of you niggas
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit

of the lean, me and cj be flyin
Lil shawty hate I protect her by lyin
Aye, Smokin an eighth with the baddest
Graffiti my arm now I'm thotin like Magic
These

on look, 
But I keep it real to my niggas we got a lil cypher,
If you still be asking who? Nah nah im blind i didn’t see that’s the deal,
Oh you be talking

unheard of, thought I told y'all foreign?
Bitch, I got the Vic, and I talking 'bout the Tori
Bitch i'm on x game mode the way i eat up this lil beat
I

mix (yeah)
Twenty-five thousand in traffic in New York, I dare a nigga reach for this
Niggas be talkin' tough as hell 'til you bump down on 'em with

For my one true
Our run's our rhyme
For my
One true
Our run's our rhyme

I went from construction Timbs, to AC's with rims
Flippin' mix tapes,

I think motherfuckers saw it
Put the smoke in the air, Don't pass it
Don't roll no hemp, Roll a classic
If she gotta Lil butt when she shake it, I