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the crew but then she ended up coughing
In to making it green and you in to some salad tossing boy (Boy)
And what you think you getting ain’t really

what's in your pockets bitch? Profit bitch, you already know I need all of it Only tough wit' yo' niggas? Man, stop it You hating on a nigga 'cause I'm

Uh
Uh
Uh
Yeah
Woah
Woah
Woah
I got a lot to lose
I been cruisin'
I don't know what to do wit' myself
I been slowly movin' straight down to hell woah

think I sip at night?
Watch the pen ignite
Open up, bitch, I'm loaded up, loaded up, what the fuck?
Always in the cut, eyes never shut
Let the pen

Get Up

Lil' Bow Wow

Doggy Bag [Bonus Track]

2001

on
Sing the words to every song
See they know what it is and who got style
Lil Bow Wow be the golden child
And I keep ya'll suckas shook up
Ya'll

Get Up

Bow Wow

Doggy Bag

2001

on
Sing the words to every song
See they know what it is and who got style
Lil Bow Wow be the golden child
And I keep y'all suckers shook up
Y'all

the streets I seen a part up
In the shit I took it up
She wanted me to hit her pussy
I'mma go off in her butt what you gon' do
When that thang go to fightin'?

swear that I really was trappin
Came from the hallways, now we get it in broad day
Fuck what a broad say, don’t care bout the cost ayyy
Ain’t rockin

Look I won't lie to y'all I really don't confide in y'all
The pain that I be dealing wit needs way more than some Tylenol
I hide it all 
Put it in my

part
Granny always told me love is what love does if that's the case ion want it cause love Had me fuck'd up
In all kinda' of ways
I went broke several

misunderstood
My only dream is to make it, I'm turnin all the way up
Oh my Gosh, it came to my surprise
What's for me gon be for me, there ain't no blur between

Eve of Destruction

Paul Revere & the Raiders

Indian Reservation

1971

got nuttin' to do none of the choices you be choosin' 

[Chorus]
It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I

Yeah it did hurt when I fell from the sky
Maybe I'm just that guy
Maybe I'm just the guy
Oooo

What's up, What's new
I've been on your mind you know

said you one less lice
Said they was in it wit' me but ain't even roll the dice
Opps was sweating at the head just like they got two strikes
Said they

me
She twerk for me
She do that shit exceptionally
The one for me
Don't run from me
My shorty stay right up under me
It's the love for me
The drugs for

up out my head
Man sometimes I sit and lose it over stupid shit I've said
But my fits so fuckin stupid think my closets off it's meds
They like what

Grind to get my paper up
In the studio writin' rhymes til the paper crunch
I'm not the type that you would call em a thug
But I'm a hustler its all in

healing, We deserve a evening
Let's not mix this wine wit bitterness it's not appealing
I know you got a man but I don't look at this as stealing
Don't think

Well fuck it bottles of the Veuve nigga
Blow a rack before it’s noon nigga
All this gold we got the room lit up
Word is bond, this shit true wit us
Grind

point that it dont work
With tha flow work imma put it in a cold verse if i bottle up imma leave out in a cold hurse
How am i suppose to live on this

On Smash

Keith Murray

He's Keith Murray

2003

Yeah, what's up, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this bitch
A busa bus, yeah, Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once again
2003 muthafuckas, yeah

(We break up, we make up and stay up
And lay up then we repeat
I’ve been defeat, yeah)
(Feelin’ pain inside my chest
It’s kinda hard not to feel

they we want 

When defeated, shake it off 

We stay up, and we stay on 

Times are hard  

Imma settle with my flaws 

Fronting those deceitful taunts,

being broke unacceptable
So it didn't matter how we did it as long as we get it cus how we was living nothing was given 
Or forgiven I was really wit it