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Time
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Let Me In Now
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Here We Come
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Midwest Swing (Album Version (Explicit))
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Boom D Boom
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Dis Iz Da Life
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Okay
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Midwest Swing
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Summer In The City
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S.T.L.
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Scandalous
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Jang A Lang
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Real Niggaz
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Love You So
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Show 'Em What They Won
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Show Em What They Won
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Groovin Tonight
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Midwest Swing (Dirty Album Ver
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Batter Up
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MBD Skit Part 3
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Just for You (The Introductory Poem)
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MBD Skit Part 4
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St. Lunatics
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MBD skit part 2
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Mad Baby Daddy Skit, Part 1
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Mad Baby Daddy Skit Part 1
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MBD Skit, Part 2
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Real N****z
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Midwest Swing (Dirty Album Version)
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Real Niggaz (Album Version (Explicit))
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Boom D Boom (Album Version (Explicit))
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Groovin Tonight Ft Brian Mckni
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Groovin' Tonight
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Just For You (A Poem)
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Mad Baby Daddy Skit Pt 1
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Polo
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Who's the Boss
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Real Niggaz Version (Explicit))
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Midwest Swing - Explicit Version
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Just For You - Intro
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Just For You (Intro)
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Sticky Now
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Mad Baby Daddy Skit, Pt. 1
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MBD Skit, Pt. 2
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Just For You
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Breathe In, Breathe Out
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Just for You [The Introductory Poem]
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Money Talks (feat. Birdman)
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Mad Baby Daddy Skit Part1
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Get Low 2 Da Flo
(Ali)
Yeah, yeah, check, check
See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance
Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan
Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandals
Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me
Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me
Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"
(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down
It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds
It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds
It's like a Freaknik and you got the only rubbers in town
I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year
GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)
Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)
(That's gotta be illegal, Bob!)
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