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Little Black Backpack
Well I know it. it's a shame. a shame I can't show it. and I see it. I can see it now. but I'm so far below it. don't wanna. . Don't wanna talk about it.
Little Black Back Pack (nasty Little Thoughts Version)
Well I know it's. It's a shame. A shame I can't show it. And I see it. I can see it now. But I'm so far below it. Don't wanna. . Don't wanna talk about it.
Little Black Back Pack (bumper To Bumper Version)
I know it, it's a shame. a shame i can't show it. and i see it, i can see it now. but i'm so far below it. . and i believe you, yes i do. the things that you say are so true.
Sick Of Being Lonely (remix)
I'm so sick of bein' lonely. Every night while my man goes out with his homies. I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved. Sick of being lonely.
Sick Of Being Lonely (dirty South Mix)
I'm so sick of bein' lonely. Every night while my man goes out with his homies. I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved. Sick of being lonely.
Shake Sumpthin'
Run it. Yo, you know what I'm sayin' it's the original Paparue. (Original original). And I'm passin' through with my boys from Down South. (Down south).
Project Dreamz
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday. Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me. Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish. A watch full of karats, a candy coated Caddy.
My Main Roni
My main girl, ain't that some shit, I ain't with it. Niggas ain't shit, bitches ain't either. All that fallin' in love and all that. It don't work, it ain't never work.
It's Hell
Stay up Hold ya head up. It's hell in the streets boy. Hold your head young nigga. 'Cause it's hell. . I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies.
Hit It For Free
Man I use to be stressed for bread. dead broke, jackin' off thinkin about big. butts and daggets in bed. i been a crook i done took paychecks and fled. 3.
Hey Shawty
Hey hey, hey hey, hey shawty. Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty. Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty. Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty. . Swisher in my ear when I'm rollin' up.
Don't Want No Problems
Yeah, all in my face feelin' me. All in my face feelin' me. . We was up in the club. Fillin' these with all the intention we sip of Hennessey. My friend and me, I caught my niggas killin' me.
Dimez
I'm lookin' for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens. But one them on top of her game, paid bitches. I lay bitches and slay bitches, fast and free.
Dead In Your Chevy
Damn you done came up short again, ain't uh. 'Cause yo homeboy fought again, ain't uh. But is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door. Say that the jackers kickin' yo hoe.
Da' Durty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South. . I represent Albany gorillas, rock choppers an' drug niggas. We bust shots an' slugs on hot blocks for thug niggas. I'm done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'.
Cut Loose
My shorty done cut me loose. She say she don't want no more. . My shorty done cut me loose and left me in the wind. Got a new man wit a Ph.D. and cheese, but he pees in the pants.
Cheatin' On We
I'm home, hey, mama. Hi, where's Smoke at?. He, uh, he had went with this dude named Coach. But he left you a letter. . A letter? Um, uh. For real? Yeah.
Can't Stop Us
Uh, it's hard catchin' these old rhymes. I cant' remember these old rhymes. It's hard catchin' these old rhymes. . Shit we comin' after the Whack Rappers.
Betty Rocker
You got to get ya cut get ya coke, baking soda. Mix it up, whip it then put it in a pot. . Cook it up let it sit then it rock chop. It up bag it then put it on the block.
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