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of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge

We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we

Killa Kali

Celly Cel

Killa Kali

1995

of the drive by)
Mothers on they knees
Wit tears in they eyes why
(cause killa kali is the state of the drive by)

(Chorus 2)
It's killa kali It's killa kali

Psk'95

2 Live Crew

Shake a Lil' Somethin' [Clean]

1996

can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all

Godzilla ain't got shit on me
Check the repertoire Elm Street I dare You to dream
It's the dark side of the moon
Get your pistols out
Ain't shit to beef

rip shit
Always hit my target nah, never have I missed shit
Phone calls around 2am
Needed someone to vent to
Baby you were hesitant, you still pick up

still likin' money
Freaky bitch still like 'em slutty
Kitchen phone ring
Breakin' down a whole thing
Two-fifty-two in every pie
Down a piece a whole

pistol
Won't post on the net kuz we coming to get you
Know where you stay why tf would I diss you
Get back or get smacked we spin like we ain't hit you

My

Verse One:  Paula Perry, Masta Ase

One two one two, check it I can't stay home
Gotta take walk down to block to the pay phone
"Do you run?" No, like

say I never did for him
You already got the devil playing games on you
Quick to say I changed if I don't pick the dang phone up
And I don't care how

for my pay though

Racks by tons from the Bullion Van
Deals hong kong cannot miss this one
Bitch said cannot miss this guy
That look when looked in her

my pay though
Racks by tons from the Bullion Van
Deals hong kong cannot miss this one
Bitch said cannot miss this guy that look when looked in her eyes

promise
Bitch, I been poppin' these pillies by two and by three and by four
I'm just bein' real honest How about the bag and the brick
Now the drugs

Flipping all theses phones selling jacks out my car
When it's up bitch it's up, we ain't settling for no sorry

Reminiscing by my old days when I was broke

at the lake ok
Hold up I just got a boat load okay flexing on all the hoes okay
She by her lonesome she was ready I spent like two pounds on my necklace
I pull

Ride on Dem Bustas

C-Murder

Bossalinie

1999

background) 
From the motherfucking (?) 
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound 
It's the realist 
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with

a coat
Go get you some money
Go get you a tote
Then jump off the porch n get on yo own
One of my homies took 2 to the dome
N one got an L he not coming

to ride 
Slide back the door I'm shoot out the side 
That boy was lacking caught him by surprise 
Tatatata
Made him say aahhh 
She see my pistol 
It make

phone, she think I overdosed
And you can't tell me one thing that I don't know
I did this shit all on my own and I don't mean to boast

And every time I

I remember walking to my bus-stop 
Had a water pistol packed inside my lunch box
Started super soaking bullies in the lunch line
Fake ass wankstas

Kutthroat shit it get stamped with a pistol
Lost big cuz, then my heart went missing
Ever since then, I had my boots inna trenches
Pouring codeine, spilled

facts cause I was blinded by the music
Now I'll never trust again
Bitch thank you for the bruises
Yea bitch thank you for the bruises
I ignored the simple

streets
But u won't catch a young nigga lack nigga
I won't be happy till i have a 10 n by a 10
I mean that ass fat nigga
I won't be happy till my days

Chorus: 
Smoking on the dro, thinking bout my cashflow 
Got my peddle to the flo, a jazzy hoe by my side 
We ain't worried bout a thing, we switching

backwards
We impressed by the fame in this era
My girl a queen, she don't need a tiara
She don't need an umbrella either
Just give her the reign we don't need