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This rap game is just like the dope game

P told ya

watch yo friends, but I’m telling ya to umm

[Chorus x2]

Watch yo mothafucking enemies

And you might live a long time

Watch yo mothafucking enemies

Stay strapped cause the ghetto is so wicked now

[C-Murder]

I watch my mothafucking enemies, even watch myself

I know these niggaz wanna test me, but its bad for they health

My motto is you ain’t TRU, why the fuck you up on me

I can tell by your look that your bitch ass is phony

My brother P say C you know these niggaz gone test ya

But only real TRU niggaz don’t crack under pressure

Ever since I can remember I’ve been TRU to the game

Now the mothafucking media wanna know where I got my name

I’m throwing off bitch, I ain’t even wrapped tight

I smoke weed all day and sell dope at night

No Limit Soldier tatted on my arm best believe

If its life or death nigga, somebody gone bleed

I got a tank full of hard niggaz from front to end

But still I watch my enemies and watch my friends

[Chorus x2]

[Magic]

I’ve been hustling from the beginning, making cash from the DMG

I hope you niggaz feel me

See everytime I step on the scene I hear you niggaz call me

Jealous cause you like my style you bitches wanna ball with me

But I trust no nigga, whether he’s friend or foe

not Trying to step on my toes I’m letting you bitch niggaz know

My adversaries have died, fucking around with me

I know you niggaz can’t believe I got C-Murder down with me

Boss niggaz so thick there can be no tighter group

No TRU and 2, they gotta kill me to fuck with you

I’m an assassin known for getting nasty

Show me who the niggaz are and watch me start to blasting

Its Mr. Magic known for causing havoc

Long as I’m on your side C there’s no need for panic

I got your mothafucking back for eternity

So when you slipping, I’m watching all your enemies

[Chorus x2]

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The reason that I’m here, I’ma drop ’til it’s clear

Let all… G’z to front, middle and rear

Switches couldn’t swith

Like these switches a day

Just to sit and sippin’ and dippin’ all over the ways

That they ears and chairs, dis on this years

Cokes drippin’ off juice and gins

As a matter of fact, takes math-ical fact

And you can’t de-grate, y’all get played like a sax

Trumpet to trombone…

Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone

If she raggedly, I’m sendin’ ‘em home

Puttin’ 10 in the chrome, lettin’ all killin’ it’s on

It don’t quit, it don’t stop, let the beat knock

Pull up at the spot, in a drop top

Gettin’ what I got, I just

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

Can’t go wrong, releasin’ all my lost hood songs…

Don’t give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel…

No matter whatchu say, I’ll never stop my bust style way…

No time fo’ da game, I do it my way

[DJ Quik]

Kurupt, what up

[Kurupt]

I’ma drop ’til it’s clear

And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time

Tossin’ c-notes, the “Magnificent Magneto”

Dippin’ through, comin’ like ay!

Don’t expect nothin’ less, these gleam on the tray

All night and all day, it’s the best in a 2001 S-S

It’s the prince of the West

I ain’t tryna do much, tryna do too much

I ain’t even really trippin’

It’s just me, Snoopy and Quik and

Someone like you wit the biggest mouth to put a dick in

Most of y’all malfunction like faulty equipment

Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted

Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty

With the skirts from Tahiti

Workin’ at the mall, with young Roscoe

You fool in high school, I just tuck my roscoe

Dump fossils, colossal, I

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy (Kurupt)]

Can’t go wrong, releasin’ all my lost hood songs…

(Just don’t stop)

Don’t give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel…

(Bounce them switches)

Don’t matter whatchu say, I’ll never stop my bust style way…

(’Cause I’ma bust all day)

No time fo’ da game, I do it my way… (Yeah)

[DJ Quik]

Yes

1, 2, fuck wit my crew

And we won’t stop poppin’ ’til ya body turn blue

3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass, but without the cash, hit the door

The reason that I’m here… Kurupt done bought the beer

I’ma lush, lookin’ fo’ the cush, lookin’ fo’ the bush to push and mush

Back, I’ll hump the ho if she ain’t been needin’ a Dusch bag

No, must’ve been the Gucci, wit hair that’s pushed back

In a bun lookin’ fun

Gettin’ silly, wit my celly from Billy

Brought to you by way or two buns

We smugglin’ in and out of the place, our two guns

Notice, see the Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabo’, yup

We stab hoes in the bladder actin’ bad wit the mad hoes

Get out! yeah! look here!

We started this pussy shit, no shit

And these the mothafuckin’ hoes we get, c’mon

[Chorus - 2x: Butch Cassidy]

Can’t go wrong, releasin’ all my lost hood songs…

Don’t give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel…

Don’t matter whatchu say, I’ll never stop my bust style way…

No time fo’ da game, I do it my way

[Intro to On, Onsite: Xzibit]

Aight y’all this a mothafuckin’ public service announcement

From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin’ Z Xzibit

My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin’ around

Pussy ass niggas! tryin’ to see what’s up wit my homboy

And see what’s up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that

Nigga I’m a mothafuckin’ killa and it’s like this nigga

If I had a doller fo’ every time you bitch ass niggas

Came around and didn’t do shit, I’ll be a billionaire right now

Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it’s like this, it’s on, onsite

[Xzibit scrieking

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Tu avances sous les regards

Courroucis

Tu icris mais sur le buvard

Tous les mots se sont inversis

Si tu parles il te faut savoir

Que ceux qui lancent des regards

Courroucis

Ne voudront voir dans leur miroir

Que ce qui peut les arranger

Toi qui as brisi la glace

Sais que rien ne remplace

La viriti

Et qu’il n’y a que deux races

Ou les faux ou les vrais

L’amour te porte dans tes efforts

L’amour de tout dilie les secrets

Oh! et face ` tous ceux qui te divorent

Aimer est plus fort que d’etre aimi

Toi qui sais ce qu’est le blasphhme

On ne ricolte pas toujours ce qu’on shme

Tu connais l’ambition suprhme

De ceux qui te vouent de la haine

Ils voudraient sous la menace

Te fondre dans la masse

Pour t’itouffer

Mais pour couler le brise-glace

Il faudrait un rocher

L’amour te porte dans tes efforts

L’amour de tout dilie les secrets

Oh! et face ` tous ceux qui te divorent

Aimer est plus fort que d’etre aimi…

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