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the friends
My mama still gotta work
So I go hard for this shit
My daddy still paying bills
I'm trying to buy him a crib

So, you running 'round the city
With

tonight would you cry
Mama's said all u have to do was survive
5x5
How could u describe
All this pain in my eye
Like
How bout
Spin are spinz
All these

(Ha) Now I'm the type to fuck your bitch and Leave the crib before you cuddle with her
Run up on who?,  you must ain't heard about Them other niggas,

bills
Independent since my mama died
So never scoff at thoughts of signing deals
Hit my line with calls I'll probably miss
Barely answer phone for those

Heard that nigga mama hate me
She just mad they killed her son
762 a eat your legs
I dare a nigga try to run
Mama say get out the streets
Like mama I'm

by the pound
My eyes stay red every time he in town
These niggas stay mad, they bitches loving my sound
I got two fingers up and ten toes down
As God

Plug send me four Migos
Said the peas flying in and out
The stash in the cargo
Told little mama touch the dope, serve a j
And save one if he comes

Here Comes Kane, Scoob and Scrap

Big Daddy Kane

Looks Like a Job For...

1993

herb.
Built by the best to bust swerves, like a sharp curve.
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact.
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack

Uh, LA (yay yay) , Californi-i-a (Yay yay)
City of ballers, Hollywood, we love it!
(we love it)
Uh, LA (LA) , Californi-i-a (Californi-i-a)
City

to die[01:04.82]Yeah, I ain't got a reason to live[01:06.76]Do him like Kobe, he died with kid[01:08.22]Never tell in the bro, yeah, I'm doing a bid[01:09.93]Run this

on ten
I hope the time don’t end
And I can make it back to my city
And feel that soul on the tip of my hands
It’s getting harder to breathe
And real shit

got D'usse in my veins
I get hella groovy
Please baby don't piss me off by standing in my hallway
Wanna be a City Girl but you're still getting dawg, ay

a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white

sex
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
I had the same vibe when we met
I'll never hide from a threat
I'm smilin' at cameras
An opp died, got us

Still pack MACs in Cadillacs
Gun play nigga fuck all that battle rap
We hang where it's crackin' at
South Central that's the city
If you ain't from

Perfect Gentlemen

Slightly Stoopid

Everything You Need

2003

to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo

Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no    
bones in your body and you was

need this money
Just in case we need to
Make a run
Gotta keep the clip in mama's gun
Or run...

We like to keep the car runnin'
We try to keep

to pay the Jews
Now they sing my hymns and I get paid by them
Had to put my faith within and then I paid my dues
Praise Jesus Now I'm on TV 
Look mama I

Put a 30 in the Glock I'ma slide with it
Pull up on me on the block I'm outside with it
Got the city on lock love the vibe in it
Heard that nigga had

to shake back
But I did it
Gotta give respect to get it
I'm top gun around my city
Sammy died right in the trenches
Move around if you ain't with it
Better

to shake back
But I did it
Gotta give respect to get it
I'm top gun around my city
Sammy died right in the trenches
Move around if you ain't with it
Better

on delta one going overseas
Put a opp nigga on calvary
I love the circus but it ain't no clown in me
Ten toes in this field of mine ain't see a peak
Custom

Living in a World

Society

www.thug.com

1998

a city where thugs don't live that long, so
Sleeping in a home where only gangsta's rome, all night long and ah
Thuggin there for days wit my g's and we

call (what?)
Apple and Eagle where your mama
Didn't want you at all (yep)
Packing them heaters in the
Heat of the morning
Strapping them kilos in that