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Spit That G

Timbo King

The Sting

2002

That G)
More sex and money make the world go round
Dumb Diddy snatch ya chick up, hit the floor now

Want money? I need bodyguards, as big as stiff

I’m blazin
In the ring
N ya life in danger health bars are in the red
Man these lames is fed
Uptown I’m dropping bodies
And the house is next
First

a peasant in the presence of a god
Here to smit u for ya sins, here to judge you for ya wrongs
I was raised by hip-hop, Pac, Nas, UGK
Young OutKast, bitch I'm

of the
Don't Stop, Get It, Get It
Shake what ya momma gave ya
Now it's time to bop with it
Come here girl
Gimme that
Set it on my lap
Booty be bop'n when she

Threw me off the boat
They ain't know I could swim
556'll break a nigga' limbs
I like your chain, I break a nigga chin
Beat you like ya stepdad
When he

I will (go), I can (go)
I'ma shake that nigga by his ankles
I'm a bad bitch, slim thick, fine from every angle (uh-huh)
Check the wrist, it's

on the strip? 
I'm a sit in the club watch ya shake them hips...
Show 'em what cha workin' with... Why don't cha?

Wiggle for me
Wiggle for me, wiggle for me
Oh,

Still in Effect

Freeway

The Chain Gang, Vol. 2

2003

the teck
I might end up stealing you bitch
Catch a body hide out in the Jets, Jets jersey with hat to match
Smack you bitch I'm in the club with Mack Jay

might run by ya
And strike like you umpires
Follow the light, the shade behind me like sundials
Flowin like da Nile, cuz niggas in denial
I'm so far ahead

up in that two seater get ya bitch took
We was praying on a ue get some cartier
Hit the bitch with some good d make her body shake
Turn around like is

of the club
I don’t play Around I got more stacks in the Trunk
Now shorty bust down till ya Blue in the face
I'll show you Inventory just go’n choose the place

me take her shopping
Tear the mall down
Let touch it let me rub on ya
In this bitch looking rich as club owners
Kno I got it on me n I came to spend it

to get and be there
I didn’t know how we went so then show any fear
Pressure coming drasticly 
Shortly roll a logo so she left with me
Never mix this stats

Lil' Burberry
I could get you flea
I've been saving up for you
I've been saving up for me

And I told her wepa, wepa
Shake ya body to the bass drop, bass

LOVE POTION
Words by Roshaun Clarke
Music by Warren Willy Chin' Hoo, Mitchum Chin

Intro
Check check for the girls them
Aright, da one ya name

Verse

(And every mudufuckin body what is goin' on)
This party keeps goin' on and on
I got my body that I can't control
Oh no
While these people watchin'

Yeah it's that T, you know I'm tal'n bout
In this bitch, for that boy Trae b day
It's going down, know I'm saying
Happy b day boy, Pee Weezy off

State
Get red Faced Hey Hey its Saturday shake Ya tail feather
Pluck a duck Double f we in the house so give It up
Ohhhh im feeling so high im Catching

Trap in this bitch high as fuck he high as
a kite
Off the drink, I'm tryna talk in the mic
Calling ya bitch, she with me gettin' the pipe
On the route

The Pimp & da Gangsta

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

clip that's about to explode 
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty 
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in

a hustler
I use to stand on them corners
Serving them customers
Getting that money and dressing fly
It's a Harlem Thing

Them 12 12s shake n bake
They would

oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in muddy, muddy
you neva was my buddy

well you need to put that mop up (Put that mop up)
Boy them shooters come around and really mop ya (Grrra, grrra, grrra)
Nigga on yo' dead homie, I