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Havin' A Ball
Mm, mm, mm ... yeah.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y ll.
Flesh-n-bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
Workin?it on the side, i straddle my nuts. puff on my green stuff, what did i look up and saw? all the police man chase me down, here come the end, fuck the law, y ll. nigga, fifth dog roll sti
Pit with quickness in a nigga grill with a pscychothic maniac, who fear? run him over like a ton of steel, then peel they ass off the ground. put him in a bodybag now. damn, i am that i am, th
Stla off the c-town. and cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening.
I might retreat, but proceed with ease, and leavin?cleveland all through the eardrum, bleeding. then if you talk shit, when i puff on this hit, then i a fix it. better go get trix for your kids
Se i explicit. all my flavors mixed in the same pot at a thousand degrees hot. now look what the hater done got caught up. listen and everyone gossip out, lesh kicked his ass.? i a hell
Nigga, but niggas, including you fools, enough to abuse. i pick up my tool i choose to use to cause you damage, let off my uuuuuzi. hannibal lectur, silence my lamb, kind of a slaughter movie. n
Ho the one draped in a grim reaper suit, you thought you knew me.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y ll.
Flesh-n-bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
Yeah, east 99, eternally thugsta. how many down there gonna get with this shit? it so wicked and off bound. hittin?you with a level straight off the top. you better be able to hang, and when i
Down, i swang. i doin?my thang, no pain no gain, no pain, no thang. fuck the fame. gimme the green, god, how it makes me holla when i collect with a phat check, to the bank i jet. quickly fles
Sh back to the session, finna get started. gotta drop p to my city, lovin?my city, the land of the heartless.
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Don start shit, even if you was to try some shit, then you e gonna rectify wig splitters comin?to split your wig and diggin?his grave, oh my! all you playa haters gonna catch vapors when i gr
A now. who wanna do creep now, when i let loose, we street sweep ya. comin?up out ya, nigga, this thugsta thievin? i still the man. buckin?these niggas, cannon cocked in hand. swarm, and storm
Rough lands. mentality devil, straight hardcore. then, of course, gotta keep it real. i gotta pop my steal, then if i peeled your cap back it was my will.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y ll.
Flesh-n-bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
Run m over like a bulldozer. the reason i brang when i crept and i came.
Easily tame niggas who thought they could hang, now beat m with bats and
Chains. nigga, my name remain insane whenever i havin?a ball. cleveland, we stay thievin? even if i was to come to your town, y ll get with the fifth dog. just let me know what you request an
L do my best to retrieve. back in the day on the block, when i sold the chop chop, yell at the fiends, o, what you need??kakhi suites, stompin?in high-tech boots, and skullies and briads, my m
I gotta thug, cuz, i want a buzz, now gimme the forty ounce bottle. them hoes all over my bottom, i tried to sweep m off with the broom, but your lady sucked on my nuts so hard, sometimes i ha
Use a vacuum. remember the gangsta, gangsta, nigga, the day we got thugsta, thugsta, then if your ass a pranksta, pranksta, then his whole ass got shanked the fuck up. whenever you hear my grow
Ks talkin? you better close your mouth. then if you was to interupt me while i was spittin?game, i knockin?your teeth out. pimp smackin?these hoes like g-oldie. pap, pap. trick, still let me t
Ou somethin? cuz, if you ain down with the clique, start shit, and i dumpin?slugs.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y ll.
Flesh-n-bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
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