1.Bring It On
Feat. Fiend, Mystikal, C-Murder, Skull Duggrey And Mac
2.Whatcha Wanna Do
3.Don't Start No ....
Feat. Master P ＆ C-Murder
4.Mama Drama
Feat. Fiend ＆ Mystikal
5.Imma Shine
6.I Think Somebody
Chorus
I say somebody want they ass whipped, ass whipped
(I say somebody want they wig split, they wig split)
I say somebody want they ass whipped, ass whipped
(I say somebody want they wig split, they wig split)
Well let em have it x2
You wanted drama so mama came squeezin shit, passin out clips
Bustin domes, rippin flesh, exposing bones and yes
I bring that, sending G's out barrel at ya, duck and run
Now how far you think you really gettin with this infared on my
fuckin gun
Now workin for funds and I ain't the one hour hoe (for real)
But I love to show where it's been tell your body so
Look out for the riders open slider bitch from the TRU click
And camoflauge totin cockin spittin droppin shit not
Them bitches doubt I'm bout testin niggas nuts
Alias in jacks we trust I'm known for shankin up
Ranking up lyrically with the best MC's
Cause ain't no studio up in me, real niggas feel these
See Mia X is known for bringin wreck on top
Too hard for the beats you niggas drop
KL got the guns and open gunshots
Got the trigger hap temper and the Fiend four sons
A lyrical fiend at it's best and you bitches don't want none
What
Chorus x2
The colonel gave me permission, Mama drama pass the word to her
youngin
Ask how I'm comin and will it get them haters runnin
I ask do rats sleep in dungeons, ？？？？？ comin
Do quick bullets get to hummin, damn right I'll bring the gun in
Get done in like a knife at a gunfight cause I ain't right
Keepin dope, smokin pipes, like a height cause I'm high as a
kite
I'm cryin to fight, I'm a swing with my might, my fist balled
tight
Man get it right, somebody best die tonight
Somethin have drama came and as drama came then, then came
murder
Fuck your home I want your dome, call me your soul burgular
Have you heard of a shocker server, takin weed to his trunk
Bullets pump, and his cockin bad and louder then his womp womp
When I play it I say it, suck one nigga if yous the man
You man, caucasian, puerto rican, I don't give a damn
All I'm sayin, well I ain't sayin fuck, I just want the rushin
shit
Bustin shit, screamin at em do you know who your fuckin with
Chorus till fade
7.Mama's Tribute
8.What's Ya Point
Feat. Fat Joe ＆ Snoop Dogg
9.Thugs Like Me
10.Ride Or Run
Feat. Big Ed ＆ Steady Mobb'n
11.TRU...
12.Puttin' It Down
Feat. Mystikal, Fiend, Mac, Kane ＆ Abel
13.Ghetto Livin'
O'Dell]
Ghetto living (ghetto living)
Ghetto living (ghetto living)
My mama once told me (told me) that the streets ain't safe
So I walked 'round with a vest and a strap on my waist
I'm living in a strange place where all the odds are against me
I'm doin bad and the shit you got is startin to tempt me
We never had cause the ghetto got us trapped in depression
Learnin lesson after lesson cause the devil be testin
It got me stressin, keep my Smith N Wesson cocked at all times
Cause even I could fall to victim at the drop of a dime
But that's the chances I got to take to escape all of this
madness
That put you in the casket for the cornbread and cabbage
Lord knows I'm tryin to find an exit out the ghetto
But it won't let go, that's why I got to tote my pistol
Ghetto living
(Father forgive me, I know that what I do is wrong)
Ghetto living
(I been tryin a find a better way for so long) x2
Soldiers die in my world but people look at killers like stars
We duckin from the laws cause we ain't tryin to live behind bars
Growin up with less, envious of what the next man had
Never knew what livin good was till I started movin them sacks
My hood infested with crack, that's why I paint a picture so
vivid
I tell it cause I live it, runnin with boss bitches and niggas
that get convicted
This street got us all, nothin changed in the game but the
players
I'm talkin about the hustlers, the ballers, the killers and the
rhyme sayers
That's why I ain't scared to pop a nigga, stop a nigga, drop a
nigga
I only fuck with the real, cause it's real in my battlefield
I hope it's true what they say, and that the father forgives
Excuse me for the things I do cause in the ghetto I live
Chorus x2
This shit's goin get even realer, so you ain't gotta ask, I feel
ya
I live the life of a hard knock, that ghetto bitch on the block
My nigga had a shop, I took the rocks and bag weed
Chased them broads down with china, and ran alot of minors
With big tymer dreams of money, hoes and clothes
They didn't get it, tombstones and jail cells also come with it
I pity all them babies born from crack mama's
But I'm a mama too and when the bills is due I gotta
Get it how I live, bitter tears I cry
My best friend, my cousin and my man died
Or should I say was murdered
I know you heard the same stories before
We walk the streets like we poverties whores behind the dollar
bill
This still life got us dying so young
Precious Lord let the new day come
Uh, come on
Cause ain't no winning when your living like that
It's the blueprint, the plan, the set up, the trap
Chorus x2
14.Play Wit....
15.Don't Blame Me
Feat. C-Murder ＆ Mr. Serv-On
16.Daddy
17.Like Dat
Somebody better tell these dumb hoes somethin
Cuz when I roll thorugh I ain't gone say nothin
Ain't shit to talk about
Cuz I can do without the souljah hatin
Them hoes is jealous of my fame and the money that I'm making
Got they heads aching
So they acting like they got beef
Knowin damn well if htey see me they gone speak
I'm Mama I'm respected y'all know this
But shits gone really get hectic
If y'all don't stop slow this ？？？ down now
The issue ain't who I'm loving or fucking
The big issue's billboard cuz I'm on top of it
The issue is I got my kids up out the projects
And bought my moms a new house
Before my second album came out
Respect my mind
I took my grandparents out the hood
I'm seein to it that their golden years be all good
So bestill the fact that I ain't selfish or greedy
Ask my people am I there when they need me
Like dat
Chorus：
I'ma leave you hoes in the same place
No progess
Talkin bullshit while I elevate
And I'ma keep looking out for the real
But I don't give a FUCK how the rest of y'all feel
And I'ma keep on learning the game
And I encourage all the my souljahz to do the same
I come in peace and I try to pack fair
But if you want to I will take you there
Like dat
Now I don't owe a motherfucker a god damn thing
And I earned the right to be the biggest mama on the tank
I sacrified beaucoup
Put in so much work
Kept it TRU cuz I'm TRU
And represented my turf
Downtown seven ward hard head
Ya heard
Around a gang of uptown niggaz
Straight screamin the third
Been bout it
Been rowdy
Been throwin for mines
It was just me and Jill on the scandalous rides
No hip hop lines to make me sound hard
It ain't no act
It's a fact
When it's on I go off
But as God as my witness
I love being nice
Until this playa setting in my household was right
I like to just be me
While you be with your knot
I'm trying to stay on top with TRU niggaz fo sho
And we extend our hands to pull up more
Like dat
Chorus： repeat 2X
18.... Ed.
Feat. Silkk The Shocker
19.Flip 2 Rip
featuring Mac
Yo Mia. I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off
it.
So who goin first？
It don't matter to me, Boo.
Well, we gone flip for it. Call it in the air.
Heads.
Tails
Mac, you up first.
Say, KL. Since I gotta go first and shit I'ma kick this shit one
more time
for the old fake ass niggas who thought I lost it. Ya heard me？
Check it
Verse One： Mac
Street camo
Cover my flesh
I'm one of the best in the contests
They steppin to Mac without a vest on they chest
If all you wanted was rest
Then I'm your Nyquil guy
Your night time sniffin and stuffiness
I kill with one shot
The murder murder verses
Quench lunatic's thirsts
I get pussy from nurses
Comin from churches
The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N
I'm deadlier with my pen
Then niggas with the mac 10
But that was back then
In 98 I'm strapped
Cuz I'm on the map
Ain't afraid to bust a cap
And I get paid for bustin raps
I like them ghetto girls
Y'all can have them super models
Cuz gangsta bitches got bodies like Coke bottles
I get the game from my nigga V9
I get the beats off the 3-9
Them niggas can't see mine
I'm lyrically a therapist
A fuckin terrorist
Boom Boom!
I never miss
I'm on the next level
Well I'ma flip it like this
And I'ma rip it like that
And I'ma rip it like that
And I'ma flip it like this
Verse Two： Mia X
When the smoke clears
I'ma still be here nigga
Mic in my hand
Rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance
I set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me
You cross my path
You gets flipped in my wrath
The aftermath left bitches quiet as fuck
Like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up
I rips it up from the gut
Like Jack the Shanka Man
Chasin hoes down with the knife in his hand
The better man's gone be Mama
And you know this nigga
On the top or the bottom
I'ma show this nigga
He's goin to sleep
I'm too deep
The lady alligator
Stick your seven inches in the swamp
And I'ma fade ya
I made you motherfuckers recognize the south
For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth
About drama
Bout paper
Bout settin it off
Fuck the verbal fantasies
My shit is real y'all.
Chorus： X4
Verse Three： Mac and Mia X
Pass me the mic
And let me dig into they chests
Like AK bullets through they proof vests
In a shootin fest
I murder emcees like media
Mac the street encyclopedia
Who wanna test me？
Bless me with somethin knottin
Bitches who start pussy poppin
Rhyme I quote em
Nines I told em
Like wallets
I'm rock solid
And I like it when they suck and swallow it
I'm hardcore
Fuck that slangin and shit
Cuz when I'm on the mic
Niggas be bangin and shit
I love them buck wild crowds
Mama be center stage
Throwin lyrics at them niggas
Like hand grenades
You can' take the projects out of a bitch like me
Six figures make me throw bigger block parties
Still warm my bed with a thug nigga of course (fo sho)
Still in the mix with all them messy ass hoes
Still bust a freestyle with my camouflage son
Off top, then leave the studio with my gun cocked
What？!
20.Fallen Angels(Dear Jil)
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