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get it next bitch
Get back on your P's and Q's this shit is not a test bitch
Diamonds on my necklace
Going hard from 6 to 6 that's why I get no rest

Won't catch me trippin' off no bitch
'cause I tie my shoes, nigga
(Tie my shoes, nigga)
XD with the ruler in it
But this ain't for school, nigga
(This

is a beat
Bitches wave, I barely speak
This coupe came with no back seat
And I ain't drove it in weeks
Y'all play football in the grass
We play

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

Intelligent ]
PRP P-osse we can walk this, gee
Come see the teacher get fresh - COME!
Move a little closer to the front rows
The teacher crush a musical

Thugg Niggaz

Geto Boys

Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly

1998

with my frame of mind
Forever mobbin with my niggas from offa both sides
It's g.b. family, fuck y'all bitch-mades
We in the game to run the whole thang

I'm So Hood

Trick Daddy

We the Best

2007

DJ Khaled, we the best
Who, we nigga
We the best
The Runners, I represent the ghetto across the world
And you represent the hood, two hands in

Tay Keith, this too hard

Geeked, never sleep
Stretch a hunnid to millions in weeks
Got her runnin' and ridin' for me
Where it's sunny we gotta

I'mma hulk out on the stage
I don't want nobody
Seeing me that way
Chill with the BS
P.S.—still the hood's reject
Plus a couple other things
I probably

my conversations
Cooked with light sarcasm I mean salt
Well done and easily digestible
We are what we meat
I don't eat and watch unless it's Bob's

Yeah, nigga my kicks cost your mortgage
My bricks and my bitch was imported
We zipped through in Porches
I used to have zips of the purist
Even

And the city red I put my flag down
Creek City holmie I hold hood down dread in my head
Tat it on my arm spilled blood for'em I tell'em fight on run
We are

Here We Go

Z-Ro

Crack

2008

It's boss hogg Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king
We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream
I place the order out in cali. for the p

the sauce, so nigga fuck a pizza
I got a bitch, that look like Mona Lisa
Hate to admit, my body filled with Marley
We still get litt, After the AfterParty
My

old hags
Put in the foot work
Stomping on until my toes jam
No hands
Still they itching for deals
This a roadkill
Giving the people something to feel

and they all know who got the BOP now
In the quarantine I still talk to bitches from other cities. Going outbound
Got a quarter P that's for all my Gs. Know

the struggle
Bitch we came from the struggle
We came from the struggle
Like I said before
We gone ball out in bubbles
I'm still the same nigga
From crushing

and needs
Ants in their pants Itch to get P's
But still more questions arise
When somebody close decease
Like why do we say rest in peace
Pray to live

What? wha wha wha what?
(P h L y by the way thou)
Huh? Wha, what this n***a?
This little n***a acting like he murder something
Tweeting like he bout

on facebook
Facebook?
I cant wait untill this is heard in the ends
You got me out here no car or protection
Not to mention all this P buying a strap from your

light up spark it
Bet you feeling them shots that we sending you
KROE and SL!P bitch we might be identical
Aim it straight for your dome and get rid

can't fit in on a Madlib
No fantastic still waiting for another doom album, like you met your's
You yes men always can do, when it comes to what you fall

Wins and Losses
More money on my mind
I got to get grafting, i need more profit
Stabbed in the back by paigons
Should've known better that ain't

Damn, Already know I'm recruiting that shit (damn, damn)
Lil' bitch you don't got it, you losin' that shit
Now he seeing shit, hella loose in this

(full court)
Pressure (hey)
Pressure in my wood (backwood)
Pressure in my grinding (grinding)
We got that bitch hot, add the pressure out come diamonds