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Dear Mr. President
Dear Mr. President I live in the hood. Where people live bad but say it's all good. And my homies slanging and robbing. Caught a misdemeanor felonies.
We Don't Love 'em
Yeah, KLC DJ Wop, it's all about them hoes. I know my nigga, Wop don't love them hoes. My nigga KL, he ain't loving them hoes. My nigga Cult definitely ain't loving them hoes.
The Game
What nigga drop that shit. Soldier, say k-l. These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet. I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein.
Soldier Party
[master p] (mac). Ughhhh! oh yeah nigga.. Representin fool.. No limit for life, fool.. Them niggas think it's a game, mac?. (soldier rags on in the bitch, ya heard me? ).
Shell Shocked
I've been on a run. I've got my shotgun. You say, I'm a thug. I say, I'm a soldier. . Murder, murder, kill, kill. Murder, murder, kill, kill. Shell shocked, shell shocked.
Can I Ball
Say Slim, look what's happenin' wootay. We goin take this here all the way from the Magnolia. Across Clayborne, do it like that, ya heard me, do it. .
Beef
Intro:. What them niggas in here wanted to know. They done made beef with one of the realest niggas rollin. Now it's time to go. . Verse 1:. Now pump me up so all them real niggaz can feel me.
I Miss 'em
Master p(o'dell):. Ya know what(I miss you). Its' like, uh? how many times(I really miss my homies). We must go through this how many records we gotta make like this.
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