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. I'm tight cause my peeps was breathin they last breath. Where we was, bubblin, in the, valley of death. I went to jail and end up bein the last nigga left. Now I, fear no evil and hear no evil. Just
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. Sorry about the wait. Sorry I made ya wait I can't let my peeps down. I can't let my seed down. They need me out there, yeah. I can't let the streets down I gotta do it B I. G now, I see now. I
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underneath your wagon. Plaques deep in the detonator. I can see you and I see you on a respirator. Y'all cats all know how this one go. B-Mac rap guerrilla with the official flow. Any beef with my peeps
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I be on the mic. Hardcore, real ill niggas. So all hail the honorable To my elite peeps with the murderous mystiques. I hit the streets with beats and they critique for weeks. They be like, "How
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folks. Can't spend ya whole life payin' on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy. See I'm a cold, young thug, not a hot boy. You know I do this for the streets and my peeps thas
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ahead nigga leap feel frogish. These streets I harnish, my peeps my partners. Cam, Jim, Zeek my sponsors, black, griz, snags my monstrous. Paper, drugs, twin my archor. Robs, 40, doe, guard. Bus
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it's so sad, when ya say take me and I. Gotta disappoint cha, it's not I don't want cha. It's that I got thangs to do peeps to see. Expensive champagnes to drank trees to tree And drop mo hits than
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out, no they won't let me out). Headin' up town to re-up, back with a couple peeps. The corner block's on fire, undercovers dressed as feens. Makin' so much money, product's movin' fast. Put away the
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peeps. Like five in the mornin' while they under them sheets Like five gats drawn, soldiers come out they sleep. Tell me what they gon' tell me when the gun out they reach. Homie, we ain't gotta cheat
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your squeezin' 'em. Ugly when you're receivin' 'em. And ya peeps going crazy in the receivin' room. A gun like a lung you goin' need more than one. This for every block in the ghetto or where I'm
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teach that we all act unique. We got stats to reach so we all have to eat. A mass of peeps, with they own masterpiece. The crafts elite, we going past the beat. The latest technique no other place get
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. Flash iron or anybody tryin' on the blocks I'm supplyin' on. Mighty call, my peeps tie balloons up. And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama
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Visualizing the realism of life and actuality. * who's "the baddest"; a person's status depends on salary. And my mentality is money-orientated. I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps
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out, no they won't let me out). Headin' up town to re-up, back with a couple peeps. The corner block's on fire, undercovers dressed as feens. Makin' so much money, product's movin' fast. Put away the
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. I'm tight cause my peeps was breathin they last breath. Where we was, bubblin, in the, valley of death. I went to jail and end up bein the last nigga left. Now I, fear no evil and hear no evil. Just
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get paid?. I'm just tryin' to make some cash. I'm just tryin' to make some cash I kill lemonade peeps. It's Holiday with the fruit punch Ferarri an' the lemonade seats. Face look really aggy, jeans
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, you flatline. My cash climb, buy rare art. Antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases. Five-star restaurant eaters; don't forget who your peeps is. 'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with
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, my whole rap steez is deep For all ya fake dues, I'm the only show that peeps. Last week I was uptown, playin' the streets. Step upon 1-5-fifth and get Incomprehensible. That's when I do, when I
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night in this spot. I can't front people jump okay it's rather hot. I'm with my brother, while roll he went and got the mole. He said he's at the party, yeah we just did the show. Now all my peeps is
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burning. I'm not hurting with my mahogany pen. . I'm on a world tour with Mohammad and them. And we'd be overseas and not in these trees. Where my peeps stay alive like the Bee Gees. And the likes of
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walk to the shops I'm about,. just know that the car that I drive is no Lambo',. try to proceed, end of the road I can all but see,. I'll go deep into the blazing heat,. I'm down I ride for my peeps
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through you, put your man on the floor. purplest Porsche, mahogany seats, body your peeps. project was pussy and the lobby was sweet. niggas had alotta mouth, but they body was weak HOOK 2X
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Straight outta Flatbush. Always tek it back. (Whoa oh). Fi yuh peeps. (Whoa whoa whoa oh). Don't worry about it, it's been brought up 'Cause you never know what your gonna turn out to be. (No
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stressin. But now ten years later with doodoo respect. I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks. Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change. Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to
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try's. My peeps used to say I was whipped. All your girls said since you got with him you flipped But uh they couldn't feel the feelings we felt. Mirrors on the ceiling we melt. I would look up at ya
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nigga don't sleep on it. You'll be givin' up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it. For legal fees in the penal dorm. Screamin' on the horn with 'bout thirty years on your conscience. I'm watchin
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beef with my peeps then let the pistols blow. I'm lay back for now and let Sisqo flow. . Repeat 1 (2x). . Sisqo. Uh, 2G, Sisqo nigga what?. Uh-huh, yo I ain't thugged out. All I'm doing is
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demand. You gone love this, it's marvelous, baby. It gotta thugs twist-it start to get crazy. Its off the meat rack- can't keep my peeps back. Speak raps and I freak tracks for these cats. I got a
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feel such a cool when she calls. I can't lust myself. For the sake of my picketing peeps. I try to runs it's just no help. She got me on call, got my intention grown. Bought me a pound and she rolls
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, "Baby, I need you in my life". And without you I just couldn't handle it So what's a brother to do, either way I lose. I could just say my piece. Or * off her peeps. And talk it out with the boys
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for my peeps. Then take y'all dreams and imaginations. For the Squad I lick two shots word to God. To the darkside
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I get ma-na-massage. I'm comin. . (instrumental chorus). . (3rd verse). From the inner city to the suburbs, the street poet. The most jiggiest kid with words, and peeps know it. They've read
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. . "Rough enough to break New York from Long Island" -> My Melody. . It's for y'all niggaz. . And the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca. . Where peeps touch nuttin but style heat and cheddar
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lose. (So). I could just say my piece. Or * off her peeps. And talk it out with the boys in blue. Cause when it comes down to it. (Ohh). She was just seventeen years old. And I was dead wrong
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so hound em I'm bein true ain't no fakin wit me. Brovas plottin on me trynna test if they can see. But I'm peepin out the sain for the peeps who gimme props. For stayin out that madness you know it
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spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes. It's alright if you still on the block boy. See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy. You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars. As soon