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2 Percent

tried to kick it to my boy Too $hort [VERSE 2: Too $hort] It's kinda funny: you want money from a pimp (Biatch) you're thinkin like fifty percent I put

Brass to put me up on due, uhh The grit don't quitting my hustle'll never pause UH OH! Here come the law I got dope in my draws BEATCH! [Hook: x2] We

your mobb on show em what a G like Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know Hundred percent

, bumpers dig 'em up Hit 'em up wid a hollow tip till they can't feel shit man I'm so sick [Chorus] [Verse 2: Bart] It could be so artificial, juss

-Unit made it and Obie's coming D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach 50 percent of it's 50 cent The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin

[Verse 1] I been kickin myself ever since I gave my love to you a hundred percent And you gave nothin in return The only time you seemed concerned Is

80 percent of our grade." M2: "Well we better study our butts off." M1: "Well we came to the right place, the ever so quiet library." M2: "Ok, enough

had turned into a preacher To save the world from sin He said "First deny your body, Then learn to submit Pray to be made worthy, And tithe your ten percent

its a felony, and its in druthers what they tellin' me, and in my mind yo thats a penalty, man baby so mean, she wear those apple bottom jeans, 90 percent