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) Who-who Can I Run To? (Soulja Slim) Who-that, Who-that Outside Dick, That Outside Dick Who-who Can I Run To? (Soulja Slim) Who-that, Who-that Outside
Who-who Can I Run To? (Soulja Slim) Who-that, Who-that Outside Dick, That Outside Dick Who-who Can I Run To? (Soulja Slim) Who-that, Who-that Outside
been no hoe So run up in ya smoke I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep On Sunday
VL Street I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang Far as they can, cause I'm a thug to the fullest
ya set a straight disaster Ya got birds? I smash ya Refuse, I leave that ass, know that I'm nasty No clues, I can't be caught I can't be found, it's all
the foundation yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me? "What more could I say? I wouldn
hell but when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bells and I never fell nigga I stand to tall i'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl
know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don
fire, and I didn't even try (try) Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy) [Bridge - Akon] Cause if you lookin' for me you you can find
Joe Jackson Ass-whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind the physical, better run to the spiritual Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it from the
past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit
thuggin' - I stay in some beef Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets." I can't help - I draw attention; they be fuckin' with me I
Call my nut now I'm up I'm gone holla at ya Kittie I got through lil tonight me and the H-Beezey I can't be late I'm gone see ya when I could Here's
West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore
I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under
, yeah Set the city on fire and I didn't even try Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die, ayy 'Cause if you lookin' for me you can find me
his bitch, yeah We be making hit, yeah After hit, yeah Them titties sittin' nice, yeah I wanna bite, yeah I could fuck you right, yeah All night, yeah I