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08/12/2014

02/09/2013

Dedicated to Oll gangsters

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fu**in homey
Youse a cold ass n***a on them hogs

Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
Free Tupac, is all that's on a n***az mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine
So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and s**t
And put together a million march, for some gangsta s**t

So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare mo********ers catchin cases (mmm)
Bi***es get ready for the throwdown, the s**t's about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin
Ni**az be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nuthin but love, for my n***az livin lavish

I got a pit named P, she n***arino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
and I, think I got a black Beamer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys mo********er

Now follow as we riiiiide
Motherf**k the rest, two of the best from the West side
And I can make you famous
Ni**az been dyin for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin these, motherfu**in G's
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted


Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
[Tupac] Nuthin but a gangsta party...
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin but a
motherfu**in gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin but a
motherfu**in gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party



Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards f**k wit me
I bust and flea, these n***az must be crazy what??
There ain't no mercy mo********ers who can fade the Thugs
(hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player

It's like cuz, blood, ga****ngin
Everybody in the party doin dope slangin
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first sn**ch, before your eyes swerl
Ya doing ya job, every day
And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids

They tell me not to roll with my g***k
So now I gotta throw away
Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Ni**az is hard to kill, on my block
Schemes for currency and doe related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it
My n***a Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted

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Aiyyo check this out, supreme figga n***a Big Kap
Rockin with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte
(Ludacris n***a) $hort Dog (Ay tell them n***az what's up though)
If you scared, get the f**k out the club n***a!

[Hook - repeat 2X]
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)

[Lil' Jon]
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from n***a (Where you from)
Where you from n***a (Where you from)
God dammit mo********er where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from n***a (Where you from)
Where you from n***a (Where you from)
God dammit mo********er where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo s**t - represent yo s**t
Say f**k that clique - say f**k that clique
Represent yo s**t - represent yo s**t
Say f**k that clique - say f**k that clique
Well you scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)

[Hook]

[Chyna Whyte]
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No-Doz and coffee
No sleep, I'm lookin' 40
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican n***az
Over a hot Bennigan's dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bi***es make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin' DUI
Look cause I don't give a f**k n***a I'm livin to die
Who on this track fu**in with me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, mo********er

[Hook]

[Ludacris]
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold, "CLEAR!" then I shocked the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the 'bows
I rock the shows; pop lock and knock yo nose
You Bia' Bia', I grab my .44 and mop the flo'
I +Mop & Glo'+; the Feds tryin to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain - c**k back and swing the thang
Yo' girl mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang
And then I told her - I said it's cool, get at me
And then my voice got raaaassspy
Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze

[Hook]

[Too $hort]
Bitch n***az in the house tell me what's up
A n***a slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherf**kaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' s**t
Cause n***az will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that's what the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life
You just a - "Bia' Bia'!"

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