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rat
So I refuse to be used by a pussycat
A nigga judge gave a young nigga 10 years
My baby mama cried 10 x 100 tears
100 nights in the cell I've cried

rat
So I refuse to be used by a pussycat
A nigga judge gave a young nigga 10 years
My baby mama cried 10 x 100 tears
100 nights in the cell I've cried

amnesia
I'm the HoodWolf, I'm the most hated by PETA

Wanna be me but you can't
Get up and run to the bank
Got water, I drip like a sink
Wrist in the X with

forget it
I was alone ten toes on my pivot I held it down for my city
I had put on I represented my city
I shoulda known that all y'all wasn't wit me
I was

your rhymes sound like they
Was written by Clear Channel i used to
Drive through 50 states and hear 50 flows
Now every city knows the same song
It's just

too fat it might bust through the seams
If I run out of red I start pourin' up green
Ima druggie lil bitch don’t confuse with a fiend
She a freaky lil

of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us

Hey, Miss Donda
If you run into

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died

Outro (Red Bandanna)

Game

Stop Snitchin', Stop Lyin'

2006

pac and big
But I let my bandana hang, in the city of angles we gangbang
I move that chronic and yayo way before I met 50, banks, buck and yayo
Ask

to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary

(This whole motherfuckin' album fire)
(I know if this motherfucker don't go number one, y'all niggas hatin')
(You heard it first from mama Choppa,

fucked up
Oh damn he died
Oh damn he died
I'm from that city
Where you will die
Outside your door
No suicide
You catch a case
Like you was blind
Get hit

mind hates the attention 
I'm sorry suicide didn't work but keep on living

Mama beaten by some niggas, If I see em I'm a kill em 
She prayed till she

Good Die Young

D12

D12 World

2004

surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived
Nine months later another one died
Somebody shot him in the side when he was starting up

the (Artful Dodger)
Shola Ama
I told her I'mma
'Bout to get my run on so hold the commas
Times've changed now I'm older mama
And these niggas ain't solid

mama's only son

But I live everyday like it's my muthafuckin' last one

Every nigga and they mama askin' why

But I'm in the game live by the game and in

Your mama's front door, scared the hell out of me
Marching up to it, just barely sixteen
They said, "Be back by 10", and at 9:54
I kissed you

playin' with the hood
Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up
If it ain't 'bout bread (yeah), I don't give a fuck (ayy)
See me 'round the city

cold in the city, roll with a milli
Grind on 10, be home in a minute
Rap so long I could blow any minute
Just met a new chick that'll blow if I'm with it

switches

When I'm in the city, I'm handling  business What you mean, Threat
I'm pullin ' up on these niggas by gettin' wet Jump out game, we hit your neck

contracted through air
Dear God, it's been a minute since I cried out
Since mama died, I never wild out
We need help like the phone's 'bout to die out
Can you

get the city hot,
I’m walking by my opps I hit a diddy bop,
You are not a rapper you should get a job,
Been moving like a ghost I feel like Big or Pac,

G-Slide (Tour Bus)

Lil Mama

Vyp - Voice of the Young People

2007

If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem, tell um Lil' Mama.

Uh uh, no way, you can show me how [x2]
Uh uh, no

Lame ass nigga who the fuck y'all murk 
Hit a nigga block with a hundred shots then skrrt 
The nigga died he was right by a church 

I think the bitch