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Let's Get 'Em
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Goodbye To My Homies
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Da Last Don
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Kenny's Dead
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Make Em Say Uhh #2
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Rock Wit U
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Make 'Em Say Ugh
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Never Ending Game
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Pass Me Da Green
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I Love This Game
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More 2 Life
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Time To Check My Crackhouse
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OOOHHHWEE
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Back Up Off Me
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Them Jeans
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I Miss My Homies
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Mama Raised Me
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These Streets Keep Me Rollin'
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Ride
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War Wounds
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Burbons and Lacs
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Thinkin' Bout U
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Make 'Em Say Uhh
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Ghetto D
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Commercial
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We Riders
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I'm Shinin
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I Need Dubs
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Mr. Ice Cream Man
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Problems
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Make 'Em Say Uhh - Edited;2005 Digital Remaster
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Ghetto Love
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Thug Girl
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Time For A 187
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Make Em' Say Ugh
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Throw 'Em Up
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Plan B
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Weed & Money
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Bout That Drama
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Burbons And Lacs - 2005 Digital Remaster
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Captain Kirk
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Let My 9 Get 'Em
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1/2 On A Bag Of Dank
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Bout It, Bout It II
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Watch Dees Hoes
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Get Your Paper
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Gangstas Need Love
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Welcome To My City
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Only Time Will Tell
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Anything Goes
No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this rappin' 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P
P? Yeah dis P, P? Yeah, well if this P, lemme hear ya say uhh!
This ain't no motherfuckin' P! Man, hang the phone up
Uhh! Na, nah na nah
Make 'em say, uhh
(Uhh!)
Na, nah, na, nah
(Na, nah, na, nah)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats
Convicts and dealers, and killers with tru tats
Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches
And niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches
M.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief
And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin' out some teeth
I'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Steppin' on cold, break a niggas nose
In the projects niggas anything goes
Breakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease
Now salute, this pass me the doja
Make 'em say, uhh
(Uhh!)
Na, nah, na, nah
(Na, nah, na, nah)
Make 'em say, uhh
(Uhh!)
Na, nah, na, nah
(Na, nah, na, nah)
Make 'em say, uhh
(Uhh!)
Na, nah, na, nah
(Na, nah, na, nah)
Fiend exercisin' this right, of exorcism bustin' out the expedition
Bullets choppin' haters business to about the size of prisms our mission
They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary
No tellin' how bad it get, because the worst'll vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store
'Cause they know everything Fiend know
Mean mo' money mo' little Fiend still want the greens
The cornbread and the cabbage in your hood
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