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  • Wanna Get High
  • We Ride
  • Hard Times
  • Capp Pillas
  • You Created Me
  • Mr. Lunasicc
  • Betta Get Her
  • Gangsta Shit
  • Too Much On It
  • Consequences
  • We Hit 'Em Up
  • Pose No Threat
  • 12:00
  • Wanna Get High?
  • A Million Words, A Million Dollars
  • Hard Core Nigga
  • Cheddar Chasin'
  • Pay Style Flows
  • Strictly Business
  • Dangerous
  • What U Ask Fo'
  • So Serious
  • Wicced Intentions
  • Bacc To Bacc
  • Can You Hang?
  • The Funk Is On
  • It Don't Stop
  • Face Reality
  • True To Da Game
  • Do You Wanna Get High
  • Gangstas Make Da World Go Round
  • Mobbin' In Tha' 916
  • Mobbin' in tha NI16
  • Don't Want No Funk
  • Creepin' Wit' My Mask On
  • Major Figgas
  • Creepin' Wit My Mask On
  • What U Ask Foe
  • 4 Tha' Bizzness
  • So Serious (feat. Da Misses)
  • Hard Times (Feat. Probable Cauze)
  • The Funk Is On (feat. C-Bo & Marvaless)
  • Pose No Threat (feat. Da Misses)
  • mobbin in da 916
  • Hard Times feat.Probable Cauze
  • Don't Want to Funk
  • The Funk Is On feat.Cbo,Marvaless
  • Capp Pillas feat.Pizzo,Flow,Laroo
  • Betta Get Her (feat. Probable Cauze)
  • We Get Our Smoke On

[Lunasicc]
Now who the fuck can hang with this westside crook?
Put niggas to sleep, swing with a left counter with a hook
Jook niggas like Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider, Sac-town, Southside og timer
Gangsta for real, I peel hoes like peelin' oranges
A warning
Don't run up on these crazy Californians
I'm on ya, like leeches out the mud on yo ass
Pull out the strap, cock it back, unload on yo ass
Dodgin' the cops tryin' to get my props, pop 'em like a pimple
Like 3X Krazy, ain't it all so sick, ain't it all so simple
Pistola packin'
See some marks then I'm jackin'
Run up on him then I smack him
Put one in his New York jacket
Ridin' away peepin' the rear view
Lettin' you bleed in the middle of the street
Motherfucker we don't fear you

[Killa Tay]
Uhh
Nathan soft
I breaks 'em off
Like Bo and Lurch
If you scared to do some dirt, go to church
Fuckin' with these cap peelas
Niggas that stack scrilla
With the mack in the back of the van
For the man that run up on the Killa T-A-Y
Do or die
Twist Dosia to keep me high
Sleepy eyes
Creepin' up with no disguise
No surprise
When I draw down, instantly bustin', touchin' brains
This, ain't no fuckin game
Kill 'em up ain't nothin' changed
Murder one is my specialty
Death to niggas that step to me
I take it to the next degree
Take 'em sicker than leprosy
Inevitably, I'm steadily dodgin' task
Heavily pervin", servin' corners when I'm mobbin' on the gas
Nigga I'm a cap peela
You fuckin' with a real nigga
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