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Ridin
I need a hot girl
Do whatcha do
Respect my mind
Fired up (we on fire)
These hoes
Spin tha bend
Introduction
Off wit ya head
Tha hood its all
Too hot
50 shots
Block burner
Dirty world
Gangsta n***a
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Rock ice
3 strikes
My section
Neighborhood superstar
Boys at war
Bout whatever
I'm a hot boy
Infrared dot
Intro guerilla
Jack who, take what
Let 'em burn
We on fire
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Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys.
Hot Boys in this bitch. Check
it out.

Turk:
Niggas steady getting chopped
Losin they life behind stupid shit
Ain't that a bitch
Niggas, gettin' they wig split
And it's a shame
Killin' has became a fame
I cannot see my brains layin
On the ground
I keep my 9 on my waistline
Chop 'em down
Picks up the shells to leave
no evidence around
and, it's t-shirt land
when niggas ain't playin'
Got a chrome glock got it cocked
Red dot on yo' knot
As I pop
Nonstop
Till you drop
Pronounced dead
On the spot
It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block
A nigga, from BlackConnect
Will leave ya wet
Fa' sho yo' face is on the next
If ya disrespect
I ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it
Hollow points bullets racin' it
Niggas ain't makin' it
When I bust
Tell it to any nigga chopper
bullets you can't trust
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put yo' face on a fresh tee
sendin' that ass to the morgue
Better be cool if you don't,
that's all on you.

Bullet Proof:
16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope
Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score from Slim and B
10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by
Uptown security guards
10 G's a ki, 36 o's a piece
4 and a half, 2 G's, but I'll take 18
Got some niggas on my team bout
head bussin' and green
Flippin' hundreds to G's, hoopties, to benzies
I get my ki's, from my uncle KC
He's a Magnolia soldier
Be in 10 in Angola
Shoot out in that 'Nolia
Knock ya head off ya shoulders

Juvenile:
I ain't about no playin
When I'm comin' get out the way
Gun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway
Head straight back to the hot block
Flight in a half
If I'm out there bad I might cut you in half
UTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted
Look I'm a looter, holdin' the Ruger
Or a 6 shooter
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass
if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my
bitch duckin' them people
Staked out the area, and rob the chinese store
Do it like it's legal, I heard heads in power
Bitches want the dope dick
children and cop blockers
Niggas in the cut with ski
masks lookin' for me
I'm on top of the roof with a
chopper watchin' em too
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Fuck with me your mans urge
get in his curtains
Now send ya people
To the TC and we gon' hurt 'em
I'm seein' niggas
Shootin like that heavy on 'bauds and tens
I'm in the Chevy with B.G. and our girlfriends
Park 'round the corner leave
ya gun and creep slow
Look bitch this ain't the night
show, lay it down hoe
Ya think I'm playin, ask
Baby and Slim how I can
Hook me up I don't have time for no games
Look here I stompin in this bitch
I'm chompin' a new fit
I'm bound to snatch a hoe and make
her monkey on this dick
Look at what ya facin partner
A whole nation
Of niggas that's mind damaged
Out here paper chasin'
With that iron I'ma roll wit em
Mama don't pray for me I don't
back down from no nigga
They got a place for me

Lil Wayne:
See I want millions,
hundreds and big thousands
Tryin' to rain clout and third
ward public housin'
Uptown streets is where all my ends meet
Give me 9 9 G tryin' to see my destiny
I do it all to ball drop the phone if I call
See I'm livin' real large
eventhough I'm real small
But don't let that fool ya
Money rules everything around me
Creepin up silent behind ya
that's where ya find me
I ain't hear for a lil
I want the whole damn spot
I cock my glock and have ya plot
so I turn out to the top
Nigga be runnin' with money
Things you doin' I done done it
9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin
Slugs hummin' chopper gunning catch
the vapor from the laser
Infrared fled big bread money maker
Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper
Big ballin' life taker for big caker
Ben Franklin, bank televancin' big bankin
Bust 'em ???? em, left stankin' ship sankin'
Ain't no such thing like see
another nigga come up
But if I don't know that
other nigga, then his come up
is my stuff
Call it a bluff if you want, but
come and test for ya own
See how quick model homes leave
home and fell a dome
Roam to the top, slip up and get buck
Get out my way, fo' I spray
I'm tryin' to live up

B.G.:
Young thugger, baby gangsta
Thug or get popped
Off top
Aim my pistol straight for head shots
I release the safety, if ya chase me
Best waste me
Don't hunt bitch down in ya way
Or ya make me
Reverse the game and wax that ass
Stop you from playin'
I clear yo block on that ass
Nigga wonder why I stress
Uptowns the place
It's the best
We got weapons that'll go through ya vest
Get left wet
Disrespect it's beef fo sho
Got back up, from the Mac Melph Calio
You got coke, and don't wanna go broke
VL it
Cuz around me bitch I'm doin
bad ya can't sell it
B.G. terrorize
4 niggas ya dig
Bitch niggas get split
If you got change on ya wig
I'll take the hit
Real fast and quick
226 my clique Cash Money the shit
Project heroes
Bout 6 zeroes
Makin' records is the front we got 10 kilos
Unload reload
If ya ball you fall
If I jack you I don't want half I want all
Stand tall for mine
Nuts hang I'm real
My skills outstandin'
Kill or be killed
Niggas out to give me the blues
Let 'em kill me, I refuse
I'm down for killing
But the one of <edited> I was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So what ya self cuz I'm down to act a donkey
In the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep
Put ya sleep if ya playin' wit a QB
Bitch

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