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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z Renegade (Freestyle) Im a muther fuckin g Comin from under the smunderin of the slum Im bundlin up a ton Im pumpin that body bumpin the road Ill leave you slumped in the road If ever pumpin bout my bump in tha road Come for no drama Im only tryna Get up my dollas my partnas is screamin squad up Im tryna get my squad up Holla at ya boy Im move so pose On old school boys Ima mack mami kill that noise I got crack kronik in that boy I aint just jumped off tha porch ive been that boy Fee ima win that boy I dont even know where to begin that story about your wodie Im younger than Kobe Vet like Rob Horry I made it hot bubbly ya buddy is gettin chubbier then Nore Honey say her hubby getting boring So honey be bout my money when you snoring Stuffin from her gummies to her tummy to overies Its over man Bet you dont know a man Like the man From that hollygrove land That\'ll body yo man My shotty 4 crame hollo grams To yo noggle man Head shot you mind boggle man I am the throw back youngin im bout to bring it back to lottos fam And bet i shit with multiple color symbols All of the shit ive been threw Cause me to have my guards up over the gods mental Raw deep dark talk will affend you 500 confidential la mark that the spark has been rekendled Good morning im tuned Shorty the do Gucci border my shoes Huchie all in my groove Damn Wayne dookie hard on you fools You gotta smell me Eat slan lord shit go down you gotta tell me Gangsta nigga I aint ya nigga 19 got game like i aint ya nigga Wayne came to paint ya kitchen Drap ya floors Cover ya ceiling Rape ya whore Smuffle ya children Take ya feelings Take it core Shit if this was the cell block id take ya store If this was the block i would be movin an 8th or more But i swoar threw the block in that grape bizzare I see Hank Glore But I straight ignore Cause my cake is more Peep how your date adore Probably skate with yours Take her straight indoors Clean face make her taste my pores Give it to her till her waist is sore Shake the boy Go up in ya lady raw Make ya lady roar And if shes late as yours I got snakes in my yard But i stay off the lawn If a hater informers Take his head and his arm Got tha lead in my palm Infered on tha dome As Smith-and-West I aim at ya chest I bang with tha best I hang with tha SQ killas Niggas is gangsta to death Thats Louie V from the ankle to neck I move a V threw the block in a jex No top no shirt people be like Pac in the checks Stop in jex Shop in the jex Who knows Twelve hundred for 2 O\'s Crucial ya hottin up And when my crew show up Yall squadin up ---------------------- Thanks to (Ayman Saeed) for correcting these lyrics. Jun 2, 2008 More lyrics:
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