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I'm Comin'
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It Ain't My Fault
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Get Buck (Dirty)
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Let Me Hit It
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It Ain't My Fault 2 (feat. Mystikal)
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Commercial One
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He Did That (feat. Master P and MAC)
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The Day I Was Made
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You Ain't Gotta Lie To Kick It
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I'm a Soldier
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Give Me The World
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Ghetto D
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This Is 4 My
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It Ain't My Fault 2 - feat. Mystikal
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If I Don't Gotta
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He Did That
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Who Can I Trust
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Just Be Straight With Me
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Somebody Like Me (feat. Mya)
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Mr. '99
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That's Cool (Feat. Trina)
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He Did That - feat. Master P and MAC
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I Want To Be With You
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We Can Dance
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Mama Always Told Me
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Throw Yo Hood Up
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I Represent
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Somebody Like Me
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It Ain't My Fault (Explicit)
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Ummm
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That's Cool
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Thug 'N' Me
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It Ain't My Fault 2
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What Gangstas Do
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If It Don't Make $
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Who I Be
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All Night
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Tell Me
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Me And You
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How Many...
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Na Na Na
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Be There
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We Like Them Girls
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Somebody Like Me - feat. Mya
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Ghetto D - 2005 Digital Remaster
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That's Cool (ft Trina)
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End Of The Road
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A 2nd Chance - feat. Master P and Silkk The Shocker
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Commercial Two
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Express Yourself
SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS
"We Can Dance"
Oh yeah,
Don't think we making ends
We down to get our feet dirty
Do you wanna dance
Do you wanna dance
Do you wanna dance (nigga)
I told you niggaz (gunshots)
The money don't make the man
The man makes the green
See me 'n P 'n C nigga
We servin' all these fiends
Creamin, till our dreamin nigga
Millions of tops
I want the plot
The whole world, nigga
I want all my own spot
Yachts
Till I get it, get it
Get it how I live
I'ma thug
One of them blood, nigga
I do it how I feel
Ain't no such thing as niggaz bein' halfway shook
I'ma mothafuckin' killa I hang wit' convicts and crooks (ha ha)
Nigga what?
You don't wanna, go to war with us
Top down, on your block, nigga, fuck it
(NOW NIGGA WHAT?)
I hate to see you niggaz want to ride with us
Down dirty 'bout my skrilla and born killa (nigga what, I means)
See you niggaz, be all about y'all green
I gotta gets my mad mail on, nigga what (cha-ching)
Beamin', fuck 'em, I stay leanin' in the Lex
Me 'n Master P 'n C-Murder off in Texas
Fuck 'em, if them niggaz can't take a mothafuckin' joke
I'ma (mother) convict bitch, I run wit' killaz that cut yo' throat
All about my, green, nigga
All about my, paper
On top, when we stop, till, I'ma call shots of a skyscraper
See I don't gangbang, get my bang on, so bring it on bitch, I'm trife
Type of nigga that'll pull a plug on yo' life, ya better hang on
All them hoes wanna ride with some real niggaz 'n thugz
Fuckin' bitches love the niggaz, but we love to get our drugs
See I stay tight, usually riding late-night
Don't trip. nigga, I'm deadly like a snake bite (hiss)
Fake ass Save-Mart
With yo' mothafuckin' fake ass heart
Nigga I'm known to get it rowdy, AHH!
Oh yeah, that's my trademark
No-Limit soldiers
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