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Hear the CLINK! of the nails as they pierce His hands
And the…lash as they slash this man
Crash this man, hit and harass this man
Bash, stick

Shake Sumpthin'

Papa Reu

613: Ashy to Classy

2000

give a grin, grab that butt with both hands
Man she moved it over and started hunchin' my Jimmy then

See, I'm gon' hit her then switch up and stick

Shake Sumpthin'

Papa Reu

613: Ashy to Classy [Clean]

2000

hands
Man she moved it over and started hunchin' my Jimmy then

See, I'm gon' hit her then switch up and stick her friend
I'm skinny built like a spoon,

stick by my side, you can't swim in that ocean lil nigga on hoe shit 
Shit get major like nine, I can hold my emotions my thoughts they be lonely 
Take

thuggin' on the block, I ain't wanna punch a clock
I was gettin' bands while ya mans was gettin' hot
Sold my .22, he the reason I bought the Glock
Pop,

Aye yo, Just Charles man
Thanks for that fire verse bro and
You know you right we got to lay off the Lils but
I'm just tired of them taking my spot
When

at a time
When a boss got ya back the paper a never slack
Get the money before the company, ya dig that
At first the hustle was new
Now she breaking by noon

probably be feelin' like
DAMN
No calls back and she treats my text like spam
God damn
Are ya with ya other man
I been tryna get ahold of you
Are ya with ya

There are times when you get suckered in
By drugs, and alcohol, and sex with women (mmmkay)
But it's when you do these things too much
That you've

goons put a stop to yo allowance
My whole alliance, fuck around the mid-range
Steering wheel alignment
Contract over ya head, yeah I signed it
And my

exercising the mind
It’s brain strength training

My motto is live by the bottle
So why is my supply low? Bring
In a truckload with a high-low
My name is

Ay man all I gotta say is its lil icy b in the booth
Man got hobb 99 and lunar say he on his way but we chilling till he get here
Lil icy

Moving bags like the trash man narcs hot
Put that dope by the trash can blowing za
Im kinda low call the gas man if you running
Up the pro's get

the numbers
They want the raw
I supply what they
Demanding of us
12 pray a early grave or cage
Handcuff us
We at war only the man upstairs
Can judge us
Kill

of cash on the dash if ya Match
And I know it’ll clash but I’ll latch on To
The idea like I’m never gonna see a
Another man again an abandon Sanity

Golds in They Mouth

Master P

Ghetto Postage

2000

got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they

your feelings tho’
I don’t give a shit about your mama too
I’m suppose to do what I’m suppose to do
And cut ya lil mouth, and let it cry me a river

Lil

the black man
That he outta lift himself
By his own boot straps

win
Mama asked me what's the plan, with no diploma in my hands
Said im finna be the man, turn a five into a ten (on God)
Steady baggin by the gram gotta

can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus

A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,

real fast and
Broadcast ya ass to the masses
Hit em hard like Cassius
And never ever let em define us by colors or classes
Or multi-passes we passin'

Dig up ya tomahawk like a Cherokee 
Meanwhile I'm leaning back 
Black tower of Pisa 
Drive by when its late night 
And catch a body when ya sleeping

I

to Labroke Grove
Manchester do it sick like whoa

and we deh ya wid mi gin inna hand
we gun inna hand 
full clip we ready fi done inna man
fi dun inna man 
dem

diе by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the
Street for your kinfolk
Sell