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I
Said when we were fucking
Don't remember half the things that
I say when I'm horny
Niggas ride at midnight
My niggas ride in the morning
I'm bagging

and loyalty
It's me and da gang by
Yeah you know
How we coming bitch
Any means
We gon get us some money quick
Yeah
Yeah
And you niggas know
Where we come from

an athlete when I switch to the heat
I could still guarantee you'd get crossed up
(Pew pew pew) I'm on fire
Money heavy I'm tired
Nitro in me I'm wired
I swear

shit bitch
Claim you independent but you ain't did shit
Live in Section 8 and still can't pay rent, mm-mm (better stop playin' with me)
You a ain't

of course I'm makin' that knife work
'Cause ain't no guns in that bitch
I seen a nigga get a L before he got his life
I know a nigga got a deal but then he

man
Because she ain't even my bitch (Yah)
(Ay yo Reverend)
(This a fuckin bop)
(Ugh)
Look at the range
We got the gauge
She went to school
For minimum

and go do to me, uh
Still going up and I'm sorry
I know it ain't nothing you can do with me, ooh
I'm just a hooligan moving in foolery
This shit ain't new

walk in this bitch with A bankroll
I'm shootin' these shots with My eyes closed
We still killin' these haters by Ten fold
They were talkin' that shit

From 1-7-3 and Audubeezy five hundred dimes
Body stashin' by the pee-pee
Six hundred pounds combined
Stuffed like peppers in a Z-three
I used to ride

I get faded in this bitch then I start going in
Can't play with none of my bitches know them hoes be friends
Can't play with none of my niggas know

The Tank Goes On

Master P

Da Crime Family

1999

niggas dogg 

I'm 'a ride 'til I die, P told me to take the world on 

This be the realest shit, we be the realest click 

We got 'em all, even moms

nasty wen she give me top
I cant cuff no bitch i do crimes i cant be a cop
Brodie let me drive the whip we do burn outs in the lot
I just fuck this bitch

Counting some blue while I'm adding this green
I had lost count off a bean
Old girl still in the hood
My new girl in Vogue magazine
I fuse a clip

bike after school

Never thought being black was against the rules

This black tone is all I ever knew

Still see the media in their pursuit

Tell me

gone take off his face
If he ever think about robbing
No Batman but I'm robbing
Bitch this Jacktown but ain't Gotham
I got two hoes and they topless
We

of the Wraith (Skrt)
I put some ice in her face (Ice)
Bitch, I'm a slime to the grave (Hood Baby)
Wipe his nose, don't leave a trace (Slatt)
We some YSL

youngins, fuck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade
I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8

Worldwide

Akinyele

Vagina Diner

1993

Yeah yeah yeah
We got my man Extra P in the house
But me and my man Akinyele 
You know we goin Worldwide this tour
'Cause yo you know how that go

pretend that we did
Why this one hurt so bad I'll put it on my dad it was hard for me to notice it
I done let the shi slip by so damn quick you a good girl

brain
Silent wit jack o lanterns in this wicked game

[Chorus: Low-G and Happy P]
[Repeat till fade]

T.G.I.P
Written by: Diondria Thornton
Music Produced by: Joshua F Bonner
V.1
Say hallelujah
luah
we ain't payin
out no jewelas
jewelas
wit all this

(Ay)
Now we got bricks in the couch (Bricks)
50k in the pouch (50k) J's in the lot in and out (J's)
My diamond hit my nigga, ouch (Uh)
I put this

Hood

Pimp C

Kinfolk

2006

hoes hide this dick, UGK we live in this bitch
Swisha sweets is a must 
Mixin' purple wit the tux
We call it banana split
Choose a pimp hoe, I'm

diggin' in they pockets for a bitch like me
I don't gotta get out my body, he put on that ski

He gon' do whatever it is for S-C-R-A-P
S-C-R-A-P, hoe, it's