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ki's, to straight selling c.d.'s [Hook x2] [Lil' Keke:] I get it how I live, that's why I'm thugging to death I'm one deep up in the houpe, cause I
on E running up my gas I'm just a G, everybody in the streets know me I represent that Killa Klan and the S.U.C., and the Guerilla M double A-B They
down one deep, I ain't gone stop and try to speak I keep on rolling mean mugging as I pull on a sweet I gave a cool package of sellers, because I knocked
I can't wait no more 'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein me I got the Bentley valeted And I'm just outside of Jersey, past the Palisades
wanna hate on us (who) N*ggas be envious (who) And I know why they hatin' on us (why) Cause that's so fabulous (what) I'ma be real on us (c'mon)
out and play-play My brother let's colaborate strong So everything we have will last long Before I builded this to make it bu-bump bu-bump We makin radios
my Bone When someone's home and never play to me And pray to me, can't play with me So label me a runaway slave And "Cest la vie"! Murda Mo criminal's
[Chorus] I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh, so many steps, I hit to ya, cuz I'm before my time, I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stu
Look at you all big with your remarks, and I swing an icepick at your heart At least that's what it feels like when I pick you apart And dig at you and
The Throne And Ripped A New Asshole All I Hear Is I'm The Best At This And I'm Best At That But I Don't Hear My Name, No ?? Brought Up In Rap And I
who are you?) I'm your motherfuckin conscience [Eminem] That's nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a
I'm your motherfuckin conscience [Eminem] That's nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress, and
N9NE] When I Woke-Up, I got the mic and never chocked up Busted a verse and all the G's in Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned Styles were mixed like the
, Just hit us up when you wanna hear it again Nappy boy! [Ciara:] I, I, I, I I'm the incredible, super-sexual Call me 'Cici', let's go and I know that
