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Hood

Pimp C

Kinfolk

2006

'm the dick
I got Bobby 'bout a pound, nigga Whitney 'bout a key
DJ Screw about a gallon, bitch the game belong to me

In '72, a player born in his boots

Regular People

Mahalia

LOVE AND COMPROMISE

2019

chillin' with the crew (yeah)
None of us got nothin' left to prove
I'm working on me, true
I can't play by the rules
I know you been lookin' for

Believe
Written,Compose,Produce,& Perform by Jamie Principle

ntro
i know
i close mY eyes

Vers
i can never C the things n mE
she tells mE 2

Leave a nigga with a headshot
He crying out to his mama
Nigga's know me I go outside
They call me by Flexx Balla
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Pussy boy talking that

off, he like, ""but, but, but""
Back in the day, Jack, I was yo' mans
And now you got bands, so share with the clan
I done been stabbed in the back by

Only thing
That matters
Is you're safe
I don't really
Care bout how
This sounds
Everything
I got up in that safe
Now belongs to you
Hey hows that

told her I love how she moans in the sheets
She don't belong to the streets
Shes luxury this girls far from cheap
The head too sweet, got me curling my

November evenings
Just hanging around
And the good times passing by
Those temptations we must fight
That's the life I'm leaving
In this battered town

Look everybody left and now I'm thuggin' by myself
Niggas ain't even help me when I asked that boy for help
I got to know myself again, stuck off

Thought I won't get out alive, and I just fuckin' cried
Death of me is what he wished, but this isn't my goodbye

Never give up hope, stay strong, just hold

shit, bitch, fuck your little moolah
You know I keep it G, so don't ask me 'bout no ho
She belong to the streets, but my bitch belong to Marq
And,

Beats by Choc

I'm a black jack dealer
Always got the advantage
I always count skrilla
I ain't a killer, but you pushed me
Like a butterfly, be

you can't see me
I don't bleed
Put John Cena on the scene
He's on it
I took off with the beans
I'm flipping off Jack wit a fiend
I'm carrying my whole

perception
You belong with me
Put this into action, you're my passion, nothing from tv
Tryna find the diction, you're nonfiction, actuality
And you got good

The Makings of a Perfect B****

Nas

Street's Disciple

2004

of this?
The makings of the perfect bitch

A ghoul at night, I roll like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper

need bout a O"
Back out blick when he slide and I'm rippin
Vino reachin get low
This shit not for fashion this shit not for show
Nigga jack he a stepper

for me

No matter how good I've always tried be
This goodness has brought me poverty
I've been rusted over by dust
Words have hit me back in a blazing

Ghetty Green

Project Pat

Ghetty Green

1999

a jackin' car jack set up, bitch 
Or a damn kidnappin' 
But a nigga like me 
I'm your neighborhood fiend 
Thinkin' of comin' clean 
All about that ghetty

Cloze Ya Doorz

Redman

Doc's Da Name 2000 [Clean]

1998

this known from the door
I make niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score games down the block
For me it's hip hop around the clock
Critical, I'm bound

Early Day
You're the morning in a song
Where I belong
I was alone
I was standing
In the corner by myself
You wore a bow
And a flower
All the butterflies I

won't crack
I know that you love me and I won't hold back
Before you believe them let's check all facts
I touch you like this and he touch you like that

licks for the fam but I did without the plugg
Coz you bet I had no charger
Laughing at who's smarter
Blocks hot
Not getting by on Don's watch
Putting that

'm supposed to 
Every time you start to win they bring up old news 
But when you by yourself they don't see what you go through 
So who are you to tell me if I

and not imaginary
Nothing in this Earth could ever satisfy
You'll be my guide, until the day I'm by Your side
Til' we're gone
To the place where we belong