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Since oakwood I been moving this dope Tryna give you this truth, so potent, every line is Quote, 'overhit', I'm a fiend Niggas scratchin' like I been in the DJ booth I know that we ain't heard it like this since the South Side expected to be so uncouth, or allude Assassins made you believe that it's easier to coat with in the coupe You don't want this small water words that I wrote Puff puff to the joint, go pull They shootin' ova there where the youngins playn games Dubbed up, betta run no goose I know that you don't want no noose A lil' too loose with chores, betta choose yo sword, much wiser I'm tired to see this drink, more water Be the only time when I ever beat it down When I tell these niggas stink more harder A SPS scholar, pardon, I think more chader Momma had to think more further Pops never even thought about it Cops only seen one side, they can solve profiles Niggas don't doubt it, niggas already know mine Showtime, spit a couple clothes line While yo beat is superfluous, coat signed? Seven high King's drive picture me rollin' South Side, where they shoot magazines I'm alive, never picture me posin' I ain't neva did CQ And I ain't eve claimed GD I'm with my folks Know I got a gingerale with my smoke Know I got a pair of cuff with my loafs Do it for the free even when I'm broke College dropout, he drive slow Man we like the A-team tracks, like an A-bomb, I've been spitting napalm Tell me do you feel it, tell me is it burning? Tell me if you learning, tell me can you tell that this nigga is the realest? Nigga I'm a realist So many layers and it's really 'bout how many you peelin' back Give it to the people with appealing facts Make it so loud that you can still smell it from like Three blocks down when they seal the pack Send it thru the mail, you don't get it till like three years later, And it still a smack Some like how they brew and seal the Jack How can you hate on that? That's best I told y'all, I don't even know one win no debate on that I can bet on that I'm a keep droppin' bombs, I don't really gotta flex with that He don't stress fo' that, he don't even act stressed fo' that So if you wonder where the check for a nigga on his shit

Constantly Dirty

Verse 1 Ain't nobody ever gave me a thang in my lifetime So I'm on my own standin' strong Holdin' chrome, disrespect my villains Get'em gone, early mone, on the cone Getting' my hussle on I stays dirty, chippin, choppin', flippin birdies I'm pushin' 30, vision clear I'm neva blurry Plot and plan strategic mission I'm on my toes I stays wit fam my mans and shake these fuckin' foes Lord knows, all the different situation trials and tribulation, Aggravations that a nigga's facing I get complacent, that's my ass I'm a memory They spillin' liquor on the curb when they mention me But ain't no fear in me, get it how you live That's if you hearin' me, then dug down and dig. Lace yo boots, man prepare for this struggle Stay in them trenches hella dirty, grit and hussle. Chrous Ain't nobody ever gave me nothing I'm on my own, I was down and dirty when I was young But now I'm grown and I continue to struggle you heard me Me and my niggas in the coarse and we constantly dirty (Repeat 2x) Verse 2 Nigga, I gotta pocket full g's I'm constantly Serving my Nina knock'em to they knees I'm constantly dirty Supervillian check my powers I get the early worm Chop with hoppers loose the kopper's with just a single turn True to life through the mic they got me telling stories With the fame and the lights I feed my territory Gutter living with precision them busters know they phoney Flipp my profit keep on rockin' it for my dead homies They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in mudd It's the infallible cannibal with the dirty gloves Absolute with this power they call me realistic Savage with cabbage still coming up off that Vill living Giving my life to the night on the dirty All my might when it's right then we strike on'em early Twisted life living dirty, super savage I'm out to get that bread Gutter living that's my habit until they rest my head Chorus (Repeat 2x) Verse 3 Which one of ya'll can I holla at when it's time for me to pay rent And who you think gone lone me money once my last is spent I got a even shorter list of people to call on when I'm in a pinch So I might just walk around with my jaws clinched like the Grench I'm headed for trouble cause I can't sit here and struggle How can I bubble if I don't get out and hustle? I'm in the wind put the spud on the muzzle Put on my hood and grab my gloves and my shovel Tie up my boots because the mud gets thick Then hit a lick so quick they think I love this shit Real life gutter living nigga coming straight from the brain Some handle the stress others break from the pain It's been fifteen of the damdest and ain't nothing changed but the weather Times are still getting harder and niggas can't stick together All thru my teens, twenty's seven when I'm thirty Txx Will a be gritty, grimey, constantly dirty Chorus (Repeat 2x) Verse 4 Ain't nobody gave me nothin' but God He gave me talent these civilians Perpetrating a fraud, that point is valid Got niggas sayin' they made me The only thing that was maybe was music Cause nobody ever properly paid me Don't get it twisted that little money was appreciated It got me out there again glad that's alleviated But the nigga that say I didn't have a following before Mitchell Bade Hit the streets must be inebriated Soon as Mitch hit it hit because we some talented Mutha fuckers but they still talk shit Keep that shit low black, that shit be getting' back 2 a nigga that will fight 4 you at the drop of a hat I tried to tell'em let me do this here They talkin' like they don't want Nina getting' thru this year I'm still strugglin' hard, how can niggas disregard I'm 30 Watch what you say when you speak to little birdies I'm constantly dirty Chorus (Repeat 4x)


B.G. "Chopper City In The Ghetto"
[B.G.] I be thugging and it aint no secret I run game so when it rains on me I can peep it My mind frame set on stacking six figures plus I let 'em hang so when shit gets real heads get bust I aint the one that gets caught up and see an early grave Being all the way true to the game is how I was raised Niggas I came up under got nothing but street ways Niggas I came up under tote nothing but AK's They sat me down schooled me where at an early age So off top I lay it down when I feel played Meet Lil fat Kenny, Faire and my dog schraie When I catch you down bad, where you stand is where you lay I don't plan for the future, I live day for day Cross my path I'll execute cha, respect what I say VL niggas play it raw, you could trust that I got the key in the car me and Baby got the glock and map We thugged out Chorus: repeat 2X I be thugging and it aint no secret I run game so when it rains on me I can peep it I represent to the fullest what you bout I'm bout Freedom or jail I'm always gonna be thugged out, thugged out [B.G.] Lil Geezy be thugging to the fullest Stay strapped, so when drama kickin' ready to pull it You want beef with my niggas, look here bring it on I'm bout that dome checkin, and I'm gone let it be known I'm a roam, through your hood when I see you duck Whoevers on the block gets two cause I drop my nuts Realism is in my nature thats how its gotta be I'm a fire that cant be put out aint no stopping me They dont call B.G. a Hot Boy for nothing I'm bout gangster shit, and hoes know I'm working with something I was chillin in Timbermen with my dogs thugging Some niggas buckin But alot of niggas button The UPT is where I stunt, nigga thats my hometown And everybody knows that on Sunday it be going down So until I die I'ma be about that street shit I'm bout mine And I aint the one you wanna beef with I'm thugged out Chorus: repeat 2X [B.G.] Look my block hot the law sleep every other day We beefin off top, we creep every other day My dog Malcolm on a charge, he gets parole up in May He told me where he left the glock, K ???? I run with niggas thats bout drama, well lets get funky Slip I duct tape your momma, my dogs are donkeys We bout are business, so you better act like you know Play possum, so its a must we play you like a fuckin' hoe I'm true to the game, play it exactly how it goes I lay my rep down with the Benz off the showroom floor I'm swimming in a pool of hundreds Lil Dougie be thuggin, but Lil Dougie got beacoup money Niggas know my click had the crowd buckin' Niggas know my click is the click that be on T.V. stuntin' Niggas know my click is the click, play with us and we bustin' Niggas know my click is the click that be straight thuggin' We thugged out Chorus: repeat 2X [B.G. Talking] Off top Its not a doubt that I gotta floss The hater wanna see me ducked out for sho I aint even much have'n that ya heard me My whole click thugging Thats just how we do it Pants saggin' ya heard me T-shirt hangin nigga Fucking these niggas old ladys And all ya heard me We plays it raw We aint taken no charge like that their B.G.eezy's in the muthafuckin house nigga Ten slugs and Im out nigga Whta you bout nigga I'm bout nigga Fuck that however It dont matter Thugged out

Just A Little Bit More

DA BRAT "Anuthatantrum"
to the beat beat and ya dont quit shit Before the sun shines the rain falls Applause the encore Havent you heard of a bitch who can open like pores Pop a nigga like a pimple keep it simple enough Make em wonder what the fuck happened leavin em stuffed Get that ass kicked fast quick in a hurry You felt the fist of fury when you envisioned that i was comin' Used to laugh when i had a demo But since the big stretch lex limo You aint got no moe jokes Ya wanna come on and go wit me To my place hate to hurt ya feelings sexual healin aint the case Laced the tracks like angle dust Thus fuckin wit us is deadly Behead the whole crew of the last nigga who wasnt ready Stay bregheted up, platinum plus Nubians E three four chrome's 18's three piece B B S treat seat's And y'all shall find riches it's mad bitches gettin dough I'll die for I go broke just a lil moe CHORUS Just a lil bit more Do me just a uhh Just a lil bit more will ease my mind Repeat 2x Now put one hand in the air if ya keep the chinky out effect I live to party all night And love to have sex Got a main squeeze in the piece on the low Make a good piece of cheese but could use some more Who got a lighter bout to blaze up its tucked in tight I let the ventilation slide sensation between the windpipe Ignite it up try to bite my style too tought Its too much , too lil, too late for you to come up Be decieved of ya wanna be foolish this bad mandate bitch is true to the shit,envoke the spirits like the craft's Serve the niggas half the stash in case the cash get low The bastard know Fuck over the dough and die Pick yo casket if you feel that you gone try some shit no nigga ever lasted past the first attempt I leave em baffled and gaffle em for all of they keys Then dispence to my niggas like Sony distributing LP'S CHORUS Repeat 1x to the tic toc and ya dont stop to the beat beat and ya dont quit Repeat 3x a lil moe bitch a lil moe nigga a lil moe baby That'll ease your mutha-phuckin' mind... so so def wit that mind blowin shit

Get At Me

MOBB DEEP "Infamy"
[Man talking] I saw him, I saw him There he is right over there, over there(I see him) Okay...I got a message for you infamous You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake And you tell him personally...from me! And stay outta here! [Havoc] Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about... Real loaded, in the flesh And we know where we aimin Check me out... Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter With the gat, I'm like paintin that picture Listen to the words, take it as a jewel If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em Get at me, you and what army The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift Man down, nigga it's the same shit Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision (pow) Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin [Chorus] [Havoc (Prodigy)] (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be [Prodigy] Yeah, nigga what's beef Shotties and macks, little two-shots Four pounds and techs, arms and chest Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on Just move on them niggas with excessive force And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle Informers tell when snitches snitch, Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down My niggas is here, brace yourself [Chorus] [Man talking] Now we all get to know what it's like... when some asshole's gonna step out of the dark and blow your head off... I want you to know what it's like to live that way [Prodigy] First of all, we the one and only...infamous (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it) First of all, we the one and only... 'Til the name wear out


ANDRE NICKATINA "Andre Nickatina"
[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] Shoot you like a free throw, don't be no hero Turnt into a zero, I'm hard to find like Nemo Pour wine on you like Nino, to the format Walk on you like a doormat I made a bet, did they score that? Man money I fold that, dice I roll that Tell a freak to HO'LAT Oh you decided, money you gon' hide it And not divide it, never split the pie And then you're gonna lie and straight deny it? Hell's where your souls at, freak you's a polecat And I'ma let you know that, and you can't control that Straight expose that, until you HO'LAT Straight to the abyss, with a death wish Pasta and fish, and cannabis, and a bucket list That's bucket list, and stuck in this, like a Stucky Fish And you know that, snap quick like a Kodak Homie where is that dro at? Yea you need to roll that It's time to blow that Fillmoe, HO'LAT [Verse 2: Krazyie Bone] Every time I come through, I sit her down what you wan' do? Knockout a nigga with the 1, 2/ I don't need a gun dude And tryna run up was a dumb move, you niggas broke the number 1 rule Now I gotta show that, lil nigga where the doe at You gotta reap what you sow jack, homie now you know that Ain't no thang to throw a couple of blows and tell 'em HO'LAT You niggas dealin with a monster, get in ya veins like ganja I been (raised[?]) like a doctor, crooked like a copper Bomb like Osama, Bin Laden drama And you don't really want that, the flow clean pullin' kojax Dope fiends call it cold crack, sippin on the (bozac[?]) Tell ya girl to come here so I can see if she a HO'LAT If not back up off me unless (she tryna boss me)? Wake em up like caffeine and coffee You're gonna need an army to disarm me 'Cus I'm never ever heated softly, I keep a fo' fo' gat Bodies on it call it throw back, Made nigga killin mo' raps I'm the typa man [?] toss you a hand grenade and say here [?] HO'LAT [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] Being caught up in the aftermath, is like a Magic Johnson pass Black bag fulla filthy cash Now you flip the Steve Nash, how long will that last 'cus time goes real fast Gonna think you stole that, then you resold that Had to get that dough back Now its time to show that, quick control that Word life HOLD THAT This is a film mix, like Stanley Kubrik Nothing to fool with, get ya poolstick Hit the Que ball, floss my white wall My rise and my fall I know you know that, Fillmoe don't hold back San Francisco that Now where's the hope at where's the dope at, Homeboy HO'LAT [Verses 4: Krayzie Bone] Don't gimme that shit, you niggas want a little bit of that fix You know the Krayzie (gassin[?]) really got hits You gotta be really swift if you really wanna catch my drift (Then I come with a slow rap[?]) peace love hate mo rap When I spit it on a dope track Everybody clone that, and get to thinking that they own that, they better HO'LAT Tell em all look, real, recognize real Recognize steal and I recon you live Just with the skills, you can be killed Especially when they tryna short stop my (meals/mills) [?] niggas where the dope at, give it to me let me roll that Blaze up, lemme smoke that And I'm toked, and I'm loaded, inhale through the throat, HOL'AT

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