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jeweler did it
If we gone shoot then shoot it out
I got my shooter with it
He gone set the cast up with these clips
And make a movie with it
K-A-Double M-Y

cashing out plenty
all my guys hefty
Slow Wise on this one m ga-eme ha thirty



Sometimes I feel like I'm sent here by God
A son of a gun and the son

Smoke out the bitch like I’m hitting a bong
Bang on my chest, when I leave I am gone
It’s a dark night, fall sleep after dawn
I got my money stack high

You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track 
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back 
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler 
That's

shoot my shot now 
If you play your cards better know what's going down
Acting like you hard, boy I'm swinging at your crown
You ain't tryna spar, Ima

Jackson or your OJ
When the glove is on 
So open wide like I’m exiting the birth canal
Got up slapped my mama and the doctor
When I first came out

Imma shoot
A rebel who pumping his fist with his people
I pull out my weapon and march with my troops
Get your damn bloody neck under my boots
You

Aww S***!

Smoke

Kelis Was Here

2006

and make a mean walk
I ain't tryna listen to your big talk
High off my drink for the third time
Boy, come and get it
Watch me make these niggas fall in line

the track
That's a grand slam vanished out the map

I ain't new to this
But thanks to my idols that nurtured this nigga to step in the booth and just act

you
Think you can school me? Better get to class early dude
Pussy boys ain't spook me, what's spooky is my serpents tooth
Your rhymes are hollow, you're

is so simple

Get my pens and paper and marking these niggas out is essential

Now I know they think I went up off my mental boy

I gotta knock em down

in a cup with a lid, for the one time
It was all fun time 'till we hit crunch time
Now we on a red eye, no sleep
First time in LA was a broke boy
Now I

enough smoke to fill up the temple lil boy
So I promise you don't really want that
Satan was tempting me
I had to fall back
The spirit, the son and dad

lane and goin' the speed limit
Get out the way
And it's been a pleasure, and I'm your boy
DJ Azul

This is one of the symptoms of our phony sense

engineers and lessons
Cops ask questions by the gate no telling
Born to be felons
And I heard that you got out of jail
Clean off the money from all your

hitting like a brick out a tenth story window
So come at me don't miss
Boy I hit with precision
Could put a dot on your head
Like it's part of your religion

Family Scriptures

Flesh-N-Bone

Mo Thugs Family Scriptures

1997

[Tre]
We got the perfect combination
(Krayzie: Mo Thug, Mo Thug)
So you better change your location
(Krayzie: Move out, move out)

[Tombstone]

She's Feelin' Me

Choobakka

My Time

boys who I caught you with

You don't complain when I'm takin it out
Tell your girlfriends she's nice No doubt
And baby girl you brought the whip

cream till her eyes watery
Pick my bitch up in a lamb truck her coochie watery
Aventador shoot flames think she like it more than me
She talkin double

Too Late

Wiz Khalifa

Show and Prove

2007

short, I'm running it now
Knock your teeth out for biting, now you be gunning my style
I keep it, honey I'm selling them, I'm the blackout
Put my

a factory nigga/No questions aint no askin me nigga/How I got it out the Mud, I bossed up, just ask the factory nigga/
Hated on by many men, for tryina ball

I can't even..get back, I'm gone. Right track, I'm wrong.  Subtract, add on. Friends fade by dawn. 
Grow close at dusk. My dear that musk. To work

My guys we stand loyalty and unity above all
Keeping the peace but been ready to brawl
Ten toes deep may stumble but never fall
Come out everytime

Nabbin' up damsels avenues grab at you

Bisshop on the track
I make your fuckin' mind spin
I'm a black Juggalo
It's all about the time in
I'm on a mission,