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Tell Dat Ta Dummies

Andre Nickatina

Gun-Mouth 4 Hire: Horns and Halos, Vol. 2

And this is federal
So prime time
Half the time you open wide
And my reflection's in your eyes
It's like the liquor on the counter
Makin money by the hour

am so confused 

Broke her heart  you had the gotts to say 
That She is not wort it


Solo

Asking the niga twice  tell me the last time that you spoke

all that
My mother's a witch and my daddy's a hunchback
And nobody could fuck with me
I used to drive a hearse to school, G
With a stiff hangin' out

focused, I had to get my shit together
'Cause one day me and my team gonna get rich together
Them stories my G-Pop told me gon' stick forever
They took

Funky Payback

O.G. Style

I Know How to Play 'Em!

track that I brung ya
Laced with bass and funky lyrics that I sung ya
1-2-3 or is it 3-2-1
Call me E or just son of a gun
Cause every time I play with

want to be your hubby and meet
Your mummy that won't even feed your tummy
By the end of this year, if I ain't gone
Will you know who will end my career?

is getting married
Babies its crazy
How time flew by
But being back home
Reminded me of time
Nintendo on my mind
I might of been nine
Yo i gotta find

the cashmere sweater
Had to roll up the sleeves so the drip drop better
Even in gridlock, don't shit stop
Any time I spin out, my lowest was just a pit stop

daddy real wit it
They still get a pridw
They still say this whatever the
Fine
Though soon enough get it with
Time
And to my little niggas
The one

Dead 4 Life

Sicx

Dead 4 Life

heard my forty-four callin up on me, in that
Back again with that Manson mind
And now my blood's on that wall; all I can say is its about time

Looking up

Be Yo Self

Big Syke

Be Yo Self

1996

around you's somebody else
Gettin' played to the left cause you steady changin'
Never quoted in but you bangin'
Part time slanga, one in the chamber for

Illegal Busyness

Micranots

Obelisk Movements

[All by I Self Divine]

[Chorus 1]
China white, crystal meth, angel dust, percaset, cocaine, morphine, PCP
Hash, opium, prozac, special K, Xanax,

G and royalties yo
Dismissed yet again, hope I don't get dropped by agent
These chances don't come, guess I just gotta make em' but my

Pockets

love it
But they wasted g
I don't even really care
I gotta place to be
And that's chilling at the top
Yo That's the place to be
I just
Pull up like

You're such a selfish ho
What did I love her fo'?
I was in your spell, so I was senseless blind
You turned into my spine
You wasted all my time
I was

claiming really ain't it
It's basic, better face it
Man I can't mix with the hatred
It's made men I was raised with
If you can't swim better hang ten
My

seconds for fifty bands
Tight on you hoes like span
Wait for my next one to land
Building a castle by sand
I am too black to get tanned
My shit always

And the niggas wanna block
When I'm balling in the mix
With BJ and Shay
Throwing up the South Klique

South Klique is what we claim
And niggas you know the name
We

These are the real Soprano's

6: 37 every morning the phone ring
They always came with eighty
 by seven at the latest
And who am I to sit there?
I

Been a whole year, Dubskii in a spliff
(Oh, yeah)
Asked 'em, how many Vatos got hit?
Deli, Breezo, Bito, Sitch
Why you claim I got beat by a blick?

Bro, mans gon' out the last three nights, yeah
And every time mans step out I go to the DJ 
I got a bill for you if you can run K-Trap "Warm"
Bro,

Up Side Your Head

Califa Thugs

Part II

getting paid
Low Profile all up in the mix
why you talking shit...well you's a little bitch
it's the real G thug
pumping out the slugs
I'm the only real

goes I say
Better leave alone now
Through the trees hear the crack of a judgement day
Shouldve stayed home today
Shouldve let the time go wasted.

[ABK]
My neighborhoods full of drama, killas and thugs
Everybodyâ¬"s representing by throwing em up
With a quick hi, hello, or beat down baby
Even