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Reply 80
High till I die, loc till they smoke me **** don't stop till my casket drop

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Reply 81
Pager vibrating can't sleep, so I'm mobbin to the hoes house, bumpin isley, is it cool to **** is what I'm asking, bitch recognise game and start laughing

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Reply 82
Drunk again sipping on gin with a couple of friends

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Humidity's rising, barometer's gettin' low
According to all sources the street's the place to go
Tonight for the first time just about half past ten
For the first time in history it's gonna start raining men
It's raining men, Hallelujah, it's raining men


- "Str8 Ballin"
As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off release
Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage
Instead of a war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me. And I ain't never done a crime I ain't have to do


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Reply 86
Straight to the depths of hell is where these cowards going

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If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight
I grabbed the Ak, my homie took the 12 gauge.
I kissed a man and I liked it,
the taste of the gin and tonic.
I kissed a man just to try it,
I hope my homeboys don't mind it.


- "Thug Passion"
Reply 89
Theu dont give a **** about us
And when i start to rise,
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us

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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah ***** I was stressed
Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
****, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops
A thug ***** screamin Westside, bustin double glocks
Reply 91
Aint got time for fools, money on my mind so my .9 rules

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Reply 92
Shoulda shot me when I was born, now I'm trapped in the mother****ing storm

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Reply 93
Writing to my people when they ask for pictures, thinking cali just about bud and bitches

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Make a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat
Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your respect
I'm not a on my back ho
I ride the dick and hit it 'til it cold
Bustin fits of nuts.. get 'em up
I'm a Sagittarius freak, my real hoes feel me
Legs open wide, ***** dick inside


- "Let 'Em Have It"
Reply 95
But instead I can't cry I'm just another shoulder, damn why they have to take another soldier?

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Not 2pac but i wanted to give Notorious Big a mention with my fav verses:
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G
Disrespect me - my potency is deadly
I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
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"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way.
Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is.

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Reply 98
All my homies drinking liquor, tears in everybody's eyes.

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Reply 99
thats the true meaning of a ghost rider

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