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what I rock, nigga
Up, up, up
Like
Y'all niggas don't mess with me nigga
You messing with me and Key Marr
Nigga
Y'all is done going to grade
Bitch-ass

Do me that you want it, baby
Cuz I'll be right by your side
I ain't gon' die
I don't want nobody girl that ain't you

Hate the way I love you, but I

Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels
(Dominated) by true school rules
Faggot, do you have it? look I'm ?fakin? escape
Before

of chris rock, slap it with will
And have my jay to pick it
I was 14 when I got shot
15 asking ta pour up more leans
I'm not a actor
Had to buy more clips

Pronto

Cru

Da Dirty 30

1997

a white rock
Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty tight lock
Dread get me fed
End up dead
Cuz I'm phsyco
Choppin you down is the route that I might go

Dead 4 Life

Sicx

Dead 4 Life

smoke them bones
Momma gone, drown my own, but then no one knows
What she done been through, what she got herself up into
What's in the past to make her

Shoutout my boy Dmoney
I ain't shifty so call me smoothie by association
Yessir

Gossip it fuel me I ask them to talk again
Macking on ops yeah like

like me cuz I be wild always stayed in detention
So i just pull up my socks
Then i run up the street
I sold a couple of rocks
To buy a house by the beach

made it elevated
But irritated
By all these critics saying that I'm
Outdated
Y'all overrated got funk flow
For all you hoes
Put a million on the table

And handed in a sketch of you to
Me as their project for grades
Then I would flunk what they create
They'd get suspended from my place
And I would rip the damn

They say Kami stop taking them oxys, man
I've been breathing pills like that shit's oxygen
Bitch, I done cut back on 'em, yeah, uh

What else? Bitch,

testing me
Spent all my profit fendi lv
I'm sick of the t
Sick of the street
All the shit that I done to have money to eat
A cuzzy still young can't kick up

Bitch, I'm steppin' Rock with me, you learn some lessons
Them niggas that be talkin' come outside with no weapons
It's show and prove, I gotta get

it's all inside 
heart open wide 
the former friends will never end
you can feel the beat when the sisters meet me and
the girls rock you out of your

test me
And tell your broad she should stop trying to fuckin text me
We've done it once that's enough really you can have her back
Mad attached to this

cause Ima make the city rock
All them people on my back watch how a nigga beat the odds
Ian never been no gangsta but Ian never have no probs
But I'm

comin' to lead you by the ear
Watch heads crack
With the force of an earthquake
Magnitude eight on impact
Call me fed tax
You don't really have a choice

a pegasus
Custom Richard for my wrist
This shit feel heavenly
You would think I'm selling bricks
We having everything
All black shades
They off-white rock em

and
Moron moving along by paying close attention
But nobody asked attention for the money to begin this session
So if you are done paying attention sit back

Love me close
You don't need to tug
I'll be by your side
Till I'm up above
That's what I told her
And
She back stabbed
All the way up front
Now I'm in

don't fuck with niggas they have no direction/

Listen with your eyes so your ears can see/ ain't no rapper dead or alive you can compare to P/ I was

this smile all that I got
Show no respect we learned to treat them as props
Domestic altercations while you beat by the cops
This pawn put in late

The Hard Road

Hilltop Hoods

The Hard Road

2006

They'd have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up,
Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up,

And bail me out, a failure out once

But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's what we'll do.
We gotta lotta work here, me and you.
The souls