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neck we lock the whole block down (That's right) It took short sleeves and loungin' to understand The reason they call you ice, everybody freeze Ain't a

rapper got a sound like that Trap, trap of my life, flashback, kill niggaz, rap skills unmatched Jigga man baby, I can't entertain it sometimes I can't explain it God given, gifts of a

' it And when it seems like the pressure gets to be too much I take time out and pray and ask that you be my crutch Lord, I am not perfect by a long

told ya, I want ya livin' rich You don't know about a brother Blow around a brother, money flow around a brother Hey lady, I'm gonna hit you with a Wine

6-3-8 is the number that's comin' today 6-3-8 is the number you better play 6-3-8 is the number you better play 6-3-8 is the number that's comin' today

like the day that I loved There is a girl, blabbing nothing outside my window What do I have to show To a world that the only way to destroy Is to die like a

I guess I love you too much I guess I need you too much I guess I love you too much I guess I need you too much I guess I love you too much I guess I

and me and the Devil makes 3 You and me You and me and the Devil makes 3 You and me 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 If you get in bed, someone will

? What if, poof, every black female in the world disappeared? Your man-child left unattended Lost when no one behind the steerin' wheel Tell me, c'mon, how would that make you feel? C'mon, c'mon, help a