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Ay nigga tryina have dough maybe model for bride, black chick, brown skin, unbeliveleble eyez, slim stummy, big booty, big titties for size, girls thats most uniq, coast the hell of prize but what em bitches want? taste good fabulous life, live inda malibu, taste the hoolywood wibe, be around seleberys, bottes and dice, casinos, hotels, models and guys, being rich mans bitch sniffin candy and white, you wanna have a nigga thats rich and fly so she replay ( I wanna have a nigga thats right ) you mean you wanna have nigga thats aight, but listen Ima nigga thats cock sniffing and pipe and your man is nigga thats cockin chickend and rize, love is wicked but painful like stickin a knife, I know its hurt when niggas start hittin your wife but real player never sweat, got that clip and pipe, tryina cross me nigga, ima take a teeth and bite, niggas never get it till they get beat up like Tina from Ike, Ima dreamer searchin hope like niggas after Katrina but its danm same for niggas, before they even had a Katrina, every day war, strugglin searchin for dinner

U were my gir before these ritches and bitches, before all em bitching, before all em misses and kisses, just me and u butt naked takin em pictures, makin em chickends, takin care for em dishes but then u went to all that bugdin and flippin and I thuggin and trippin, mugglin spliff in, sellin it, tellin em dont fuck with my bines but u were there every second and minute, every moment, every hour to limit, special when u came out the shower and see me, cheatin, beatin other women and I mean it, I never supposed to bring that pain in your spirit, no gimix, no fake or imits, its all true no made of story but dont worry, I polize from my heart and Im sorry, u were my love like houston and bobby,

They say god dont give a shit about blacks and poors but that aint true cause sumetimes we dont care about ourself at all, i spended many nights writin tryina write this songs tryina figga out where my pops went wrong. cant blaim the mother cause she didnt raise this way, should I blaim the devil for my life to bein invold to change my ways, there used to be hapiness, smilin and joy at the time i was young just a regalur boy, all I had it was my brothers and toys, I cant still hear the welfare from my mother and her voice, see my life never was meant to be rich and wealthy but true welth come from your spirit and healthy so I thank god for my spirit and healthy, you can have all em lyrics and beantley, love to see how em niggas fake like they brother and frendly, dont let the money fool you or school you, just do you

Look,
Man, donÂ’t think I wonÂ’t get at you cause your rhyme so whack
Cause once you in my trap, I wonÂ’t throw you back
Yeah niggas know me good, I aint play like that
Niggas know me in the hood, I aint lay like that
I got metals that blast you and let you off
DonÂ’t think I will mercy you, IÂ’m a break you off
Like your chick when she screaming like daddy ooohh
Zany, Zane oh daddy uh, make it soft
See baby I aint luminate, I make it hard
Hey bitch get your bony ass back in at car
Aight pappy, IÂ’m coming you know you are the boss
Plus I like the way you do and the way you floss
I said yeah baby girl, aint nuttin to floss
I got money in the bank, so IÂ’m floss of course
See, my shoes is coast, my uz is coast, my juice is coast
And my move is coast, and you aint never hear about nigga like me
I come from your back and I slap your monkey ass on the street
If you fuck with me then you fuck with some real thug, real nigga
Real bro that runs with some real slug, And I talk about some
Water pistol because IÂ’m gutter, IÂ’m brother and I wonÂ’t hardy hit you
IÂ’m hunt and get you, dragn and beat you, donÂ’t trying a act like is hard to reach you, Nigga I nail you, build you off, nigga I tell you, fell you off,
I grill you up, kill you up, man thereÂ’s will be no doctor that will health you up, I kidnap your sister, rape them and kill you cuz
IÂ’m a fello in the P.O pissing in them cups, missing them drops, kicking your pop Yeah, I dissing those cops, I donÂ’t like them nigga I can tell the truth
You are just another hate bitch nigga, that trying a nail my crew
You trying a bite my slice, trying fight my wife, you trying a light my pipe
Block my sight, you trying a cop my type, fight like mike
But you are just sissy my nigga, so go head nigga try and die

I can go blamed my varmint or sue the government
but that aint gonna help me to solved my problem mayne
I was born this way, never choose this life
Niggas wanna get strips but aint wanna do no life


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Im sick and tired in this bitch, stuckin in the hood
tryina get some money together and leave this bitch for good
fuck sit in the school cause nigga like me
supposed to be rich and cool,
havin bitches in pool,
I dont wanna be no
high edication fool, workin in the office all day


I wanna be a major nigga, smoke weed all day,
fuck the daily job nigga cause that shit dont pay
Nigga tryina eat good like dr.dre
get my niggas out the hood like NBA
its funny how the money come and envy play,
and niggas that you used to know,
And whatÂ’s beef, beef is when you duck and pray
Hope these hungry ass niggas, wonÂ’t bust you away
ThatÂ’s why my niggas guns, we all strap with blade
Cope and spray, ready to shoot your whole life away
its crazy around here, niggas shoot
and only free you can get in this jungle, its breath this air
life aint fear,
they said money bring problems but I dont care
rather bein a millioner, than broke or dead
I dont wanna be a rockstar, sniff coke in my head
I rather be a gangster, and smokin spliff in the bed
niggas they hitcher, tryina lift in the
nigga I aint no snitch, i aint coopurate with feds
never sell my soul for a money or piece of bread
I dont wanna whole cake, just gimme piece of pie
lord jesus dont take me, gimme change to try
promise make up my sins before the day I die
and if I die, please god let me kiss the sky







i cope the spray, hip hop is dead, drop the blade
give a fuck what the cops they say
they tryina lock nigga down, with no capable evidence
I tryin a make some income and fuck this dead president
now they wanna build more prisons in our residence
fuck the


see they say you gotta be docter or lawyer
some high ediction fool, who never skip the school
cause if you skip, they say you cant have crib with the pool
they said adication is only way susees in the life
I aint agreed with that bullshit, its all white man lies
they just tryina make a nigga think, if you drop out the class
you not able to make no cash, huh nigga dont belive that trash
I know niggas that got money over ass,
for pushin coke and hash

instead kiss the sky,





with fake ID,

if you mix money, drugs and sex, you get H.I.V
cause mo money brings mo problem you see
I never want it to be a G, I wanna be a me
but ritcher verson cause this brokness killin me hard
this is for my niggas in the paris stealin them cars
weed hit,
thats conke weed in my brain, go kiss the sky
why kiss the eart, if you can kiss the sky
why lookin dirty, if you can look all fly
I look out the front door, and see my people die


I see
tryina get my piece of the pie,
,
tryina stay alive in the high 95
kiss the sky,
its like ride or die



but only problem is, its jeoulesy, envy
niggas dont wanna see me pushin at bentley
havin keys to the villa, big house in the




niggas they always wanna have a bigger piece
got it nigga thats why nigga cant getta piece
Im in the street,
money got me trap in the rap
niggas actin fame but
I namedno names
Im a same old nigga that used to sell sigaret coop
tryina get this loop, I said fuck to high school hoop
I started to scoop, smokin my weed like uncle snoop




nigga if get your then I gotta get mine


I kiss my mother, miss my brother,
rest in peace ti my brother
ced,
all I tryina do is get this cashin in
watch me splashin in, tryina get this cash advance

IÂ’m a black man Hannibal, five stars general
King of the jungle, blood clot animal
Yall niggas wanna beef, IÂ’m a show what the hummer do
Cameras do, heats, burns like a candles do
All yall rap niggas sucks, flow like an amateurs
Humateurs, nigga I donÂ’t care what the hummer coast
I can get guns, yea straight like an analog,
Niggas in your bushes man, watching at your mommaÂ’s door
Catch me in your roof man, sneaking like a Santa clause
New tecs and Calicos, new rims on that Cadi, yo
New York to Mexico, clips what we carry on
Skin mask, t-Mac, heat burns like a Cali dro
New York streets man, skip against an alley mo
New deck and Ali´s gloves, sting like butterfly
New track and alibi, IÂ’m a let that hummer fly

These is what IÂ’m prepare, when IÂ’m sending you
Them bars so hot man, that them shots gonna ending you
You can get them shot man, its all depend on you
Me Aint no friend of you, I put them ten in you
My mental, is ghetto, you can hear it from a single
Describe my life with them bars and the pencil
This what I am, and this is what IÂ’m been through
Niggas in my hood, know what been do
Busting out your windows, strapped with em endows
Puffin them indos, looking for an indoor
These is a notta info, out box or inbox
No presidential, no sound track or intro
My heart beat like a tempo, now look where IÂ’m into

who wanna party like a rock star; have groupies in the rock bar
in the back stage dress room, fuckin groupies on the sofer
hit the stage with them lights and your head full of coca,

I aint wanna rock star, and I aint no broke pa
but you know I got that proper, that weed and a ganja

I wanna be a rap star, got more dough than oprah
IÂ’m in the beach party layin with bitches playin poker

I Got em bitches on the table, stripin like a strip show,
in the bath room, sniff blow
two bitches on bed suckin on my dick slow
so mutch dope in head, niggas jumoin out the six floor
so why I wouldnt be a rock star, like tommy lee
fuck bitches like pamela, and put that shit into camera
I wanna party like angela,
and I talk about´that bitch wit brad pitt
I talk about that bitch on bar with the bad teath

What a mean, every body sin, lets mix coffy and cream
Like that beutyful collar on your skin
Text message every night got bugdin like a fiend
Honestly I wanna taste that honey in your jean
Tripple beam, I need you on my team
Look I got money comin in but they said money canÂ’t buy a dream
You know what a mean

Look alot a rappers think they savege till the gates change their behave
oh yall felling brave go head, get gully and get dump in the grave
see after all em gunz you been wave, your mom should be save
homeboyz tryin a scare me cause he come from a harderst hood in the state
homeboyz Im from a africa home of the slave
yall wanna talk about gutter then africa is the place
so many womens and kids fight against the aids
die in the race, starvation sight em age
I aint even tryin a go and lie in this case

Yeah, man I'm for peace
But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my little sis.
See we all want peace, but the problem is
Crackers want a bigger piece
Got it where the niggas can't get a piece
That's why police get stabbed and shot
Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot
Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot
Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot
That's where a whole lotta niggas end up
My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up
When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here
I think about the things I fear in the comin years
Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though
I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams
And that's my fuckin word
One day the whole world will smoke herb
And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb! for mothafuckin real