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1. _ Head [DVD]
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2. _ Whoop His Ass
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3. _ Animal
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4. _ Let's Roll [DVD]
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5. _ Bad to the Bone [DVD]
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6. _ Take Your Time
I invited you to the club so what, so what
Don't mean you gotta hang all up under me
You a big girl don't act out, word up
'Cause you ain't gonna gain no clout, no doubt
I know you want to be wit me, but I
Stay single and remain mingle and
'Cause there's so many out jinglin', oh my God
So I guess time will tell what's out there for Swan
To move it on, is what you always say to me
That's what I always do, but you still pagin' me
What's the deal? You ask keep it real, so it be
But I come to find out that got at least three
More 'fro's that you braidin', on the D-L
So I guess it's time for me to bounce the ball like Sprewell
See well, you could of had it all, Ms. Dove
But you showin' Swan, ain't that much love
Get control of your life, get control of your mind
Get control of your body, girl, take your time
[Chorus:]
Take your time, take your time
Take your time, take your, take your time
Take your time, take your, take your time
Take your time, take your time
Listen up quick, baby jink
Gotta lotta shit to get wit, stuck in the game and I can't
I'm thinkin' of a master plan
Buck's hot as cool, to see a fan when I'm on the spot
Now some think I'm not, human
Even thought I got the bomb and my shit's boomin
I'm leavin' your room in, no space
If you want to make a mistake, get up in my face
Talkin' about, yo I gotta be off
Pause, just because you want to get up in my drawers
You ready to break laws, visions of your clothes in my back
Just because you stack, now you want to act
Like you know you got your rhyme on cock
And everything I do, shit stop for you, shit
Please, thirty two degrees, of the breeze
About to hit you wit the good law special
Why did you, how could you, get upset
When I said my money comes first, I bet
You don't know, that I gotta lotta shit on my mind
So before I fall off, momma said
[Chorus:]
You want to know why I be trippin' when I hear her name
'Cause every rider in the hood, know she all about game
See me on the block, she ask me where I been
She know where I been, probably tryin' to cash in
See me in the Vibe, see me in The Source
Got my act together, she see me on floss
Now you want to fuck me, slow down girl
I used to want to fuck you, but I been around the world
I seen the more, dealt wit a lot
Now what make you think I'm gonna pay for that twat
That's what you here for? You exceedin'
Definitely speedin', slow down girl
Get control of your life, get control of your mind
Get control of your body, girl, take your time
[Chorus:]
Now you want to stress me out, you put me on a route til my hair fall out
Now what's that all about? I'mma bob and weave
Duck ya bullshit, see Buck ain't up, fuck ya bullshit
Bitch, tellin' me my style was a fluke
'Cause I wouldn't give you boots, and you thought I was cute
I got loot, see money is all that I'm about
Just coolin' wit my niggas and bustin' it out
I'm BDI, you could tell by the vision I use
I see you fake bitches for blocks, I never snooze
See she want to put me on cruise
Set me on a straight path, what about I had to laugh at her
'Cause I ain't gon' fall, runnin' around talkin' about New York
Check this out, now she ready to brawl
I got a call from the C.O.P., tellin' me to stand tall
Caught me in the mall wit all, my homies wit me
Shorty had to be on the scale of one to three
Damn, a dime, but whatever poppa said, BDI, you gotta
[Chorus:]
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7. _ All Massive
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8. _ V.I.P. [DVD]
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9. _ Use 2 Be Afraid
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10. _ Head
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11. _ V.I.P.
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12. _ Take Your Time [DVD]
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13. _ Bad to the Bone
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14. _ All Massive [DVD]
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15. _ Let's Roll
[Louieville Sluggah]
Aiyo, bank rolls, face swolls
BD Boys move, cause they know it dollars when I say so
Say no, if it ain't dough, right up front
Because you still got haters right up front
That's plottin' on the downfall, creepin' all around y'all
As soon as he jump up, I grip that pound sound off
Just trynna live this, back bone the business
BCC is the click and, y'all can't get with
Nothing them boys spitting
Cause y'all like female dogs --- bitches
So move when we come through, of course with a gun or two
So tell me now, what the fuck niggaz gonna do
H-E-NN-Y, pissy off shots of Hen', rockin' til I die
Nuts I bust off, if I bust off
Slugs I bust off, if they want war, what?
[Top Dog]
Up in the club, Top Dog, show me some love
I got my game face, gun in the place, blaze the place
With that yard weed, you know the god we remember that
You know we, ten second rolly, bum on the fat
[Chorus 2X: Tek (Starang Wondah)]
Hey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin'
Hey ma, trynna pick out which ride you hoppin' in
I know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll
(Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride)
[Tek]
It's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb
Three sixties by the sixth fifty, that's by the curve
Number six on the throwback, Julius Irv'
Pound on 36 indites, for use and observe
[Starang Wondah]
These niggaz steppin' on the scene, MVP's of the team
Steppin' outta Yukon, like Alida Lamine, knawmean?
Starang Wondah, pickin' and crips
You know me, low key, bitch, lits on the spliff
Skinny nigga, I ain't got no time to exercise
Step to guys, motherfuckers lives is jeopardized
Y'all recognize
[Tek]
Yeah, we dead in the hood, but not dead in the hood
You know your boys boys, credit line is good
Can't afford to see your step, got torned, same as the lords
Sip clubs and smoke purple, like we won the playoffs
[Hook: Buckshot]
No matter what you go through
We gonna stick gonna together
[Steele]
Got on my Timb boots, car hard jeans too
Bulletproof vehicle, that's how we steam through
Ten to twenty niggaz deep with me, muggs rollin' the drugs
Bouncers wanna throw us out, but we ain't givin' a fuck
I'm 3 star general, who you?
Cowards wanna disrespect the God, screw you
Bet if I put the Smif-N-Wess', and to ya head and squeeze it
Kill all the beef, and send you to meet Jesus
Say y'all, rappers, can hate on
Waiting on my down fall, mad cause we stay strong
Most record labels too scared to deal with some real shit
Bet they all ride the dick when they feel this
Duck Down, bitch, you in Bucktown
Little homey playin' big man and got struck down
Ain't near motherfucker safe in this game we walkin'
Puttin' in work, til I'm layed in the coffin
Play hard strong, scrape y'all, thing on my waste y'all
Face off, BC, every thing we been through we still together
Keep sons on the block, guess to dead ya
[Buckshot]
Roll with me, ride with me
You can get dissed til ya side, or side with me
Whether it's raw or it's cooked beef, we serve fiends
Proteins in our hooks and beats, from the snow to the streets
Skeets of the rain, feet in the games
And every nigga eatin' the same, I can't quit
Drama then we handle it, cause any man'll flip with no prob'
Wanna play ball? Get ya squad
My shit is for niggaz behind bars, who do crime
Do time, and do time hard, play the yard
Lift heavy, get ready for the massacre
We came a long way after ya, I see them niggaz gashin'
Cause, you really ain't half the thug
You just an average nigga flappin' for love
[Hook]
[Chorus 2X]
[Louieville Sluggah]
Hey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin'
You trynna pick out which ride ya hoppin' in
I know you wanna roll, come on, let's ride
I know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll
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16. _ Do for That Dough [DVD]
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17. _ I Love You (Bitch)
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18. _ Do for That Dough
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19. _ Cabbin Stabbin [DVD]
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20. _ Cabbin Stabbin
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