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• Loc'n (ft. Nipsey Hussle) - Cap 1
• Gang Bang (ft. Young Jeezy & The Game) - Cap 1
• Paper Chase - Cap 1

[Intro]
Loc'N
[Verse 1: Cap1]
Look, thick bad bitch she a red bone
Ride shotgun love to get head from
Told me tell her when its coming told her here it come
Then its murder in the sheets nigga red rum
Put her to sleep like a lulla bye
I aint you, Im the other guy
Got girls on girls thats the whole Aces
Got my money up now I need more haters
Big face Rollie with the stones in it
Drop top coupe gettin' dome in it
Pulled it off the lot told em chrome kit it
Bitches lookin' at a nigga like he gon' get it
Fly nigga no parachute
Pulled up like where the roof?
Looked at her like where the roo?
Body fit in that dress like bod-a-boom
[Bridge: Cap 1]
Roll something, smoke something get ratchet
Bust it open look back get ratchet
In the middle of the club with the ratchet
If a nigga really want it can happen
[Hook: Cap 1]
West coast niggas straight loc'n
East coast niggas straight loc'n
Midwest niggas straight loc'n
Got a section full of bitches they postin' (x3)
[Verse 2: Cap 1]
Black shades on Ray Charles
Givanchi with the grey sharks
Shootin' money on the bitches like an AR
Told her everything covered like State Farm
Pocket on swole like a fat nigga
Anything I spend I make it back nigga
Hit her once, fell asleep, now Im back in her
Make her run to the money like a track sprinter
Walkin' on Sunati these eight-fifty
Bitches say I'm brand new cause she cant get me
Room full of bad bitches nigga choose one
Two seater fit three had to lose some
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Hell yeah, ballin' is a habit ugh
Niggas like us gotta have it huh?
AR 15 automatic huh?
I ducked a bad bitch too dramatic
I got money days, hoes cant play me
See me out swingin' shit thug cant phase me
Owe me money? pay me
Fame cant change me
Black locs gold Rollie like I'm still gang bangin' oh
[Bridge]

[Intro: Cap 1]
Chyeah
Bring me my ma'fuckin' hat
Set trippin' on you niggas
'Bout to get it gangbangin' on you ma'fuckas
Chyeah
Cut through this ma'fucka with the top back
Throwin' signs all out the window at you niggas
Chyeah
You know what it is, nigga
Aye, look
[Hook]
I'm from the city where they gangbang
Gangbang, gangbang, gangbang
Tattoos on my body – represent my gang
Bunch of niggas with me – reppin' the same thing
[Verse 1: Cap 1]
What you reppin' homie? What you reppin' cous'?
What you reppin' gangster? What you reppin' blood?
Throw your sets high – rep for that logo
Got my hat cocked – pistol in the chokehold
Bunch of niggas with me – they all felons
Extended clips – AK47s
Gangster Disciples – Black Stones
Vice Lords – we back on
My city love, can't forget them Latin Kings
First plug was a Mexican I met, he threw me half a thing
Blow me with them midis,
I wanna make a play like a nigga getting' busy
Breakin' down work over East with the four
Gangbangin' nigga whoop a nigga out his clothes
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I'm a hood nigga, and y'all know that
Familiar bricks be foam-wrapped
Whole thing I grind it up
Rolex I don't wind it up
Some niggas hoods bleed blue
Some niggas hoods bleed red
Just seen a dead man walkin',
homies call him Lil' ½ Dead
Caddy off and it's damn fast
Mama smokin', she a crack head
I only know how to activate
Nigga, grab the semi, nigga crack heads
Hundred deep they on the block
Trigger play, that's off the top
Every young nigga posted up
And live a thug life just like
That paper chase, when will it stop?
Hustler just like his pops
Nigga sixteen with a eighteen
Nigga, sixteen all in the glock
Ridin' on his enemies
All these dreams, buyin' quarter keys
Two blocks, that's 66th
Ask him where he from, he gon' represent
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: The Game]
I'm 500 with this bandana
My bars crack, no antennae
I rock jewels, no Santana
Give you sixteens, you're Montana
I put niggas on Wold Star
then go platinum the next day
Put hollow tips in your girl's car

Chorus:
Deep off in that trap, trying to get my paper straight
Told my bitch I'm gone, I'm on that paper chase
Pulling out from the Lamb with the brand new paper plates
Chopping on, telling em that money like a mother fucking paper weight
Paper chase, paper chase, paper chase
Wait till your feet gets on, nigga, we're on that paper chase! (and what?)
Paper chase, paper chase, paper chase
Told my bitch I'm going, and I'm trying to make that paper straight!
Told my bitch I'm going, and I'm trying to get that paper straight!
(Strong) First of the month, tell her I'll be back around the 5th or the 8th
Got a crib in LA, another one .. ( away)
And I'm a fool with the K, so mother fucker make my day!
Yeah! We ain't fucking with the niggas,
We don't need no niggas, we don't trust nobody (nobody)!
Got a trap house booming in the middle of the city,
What you mean, I got it?
Pull up! God damn, I won't leave it!
Three of them bad, six, I'm decent!
Other one ain't one,
That's the one I show when I let a nigga peeping!
Uh, got white girl! Lady Gaga, Cyndi Lauper,
Paranoid, I can't sleep at night,
So even with my bitch still got the chopper!
Hustle hard, I'm all about the dollar
Move that product, get that guala
Dope boy, I had a main plug
You wanna switch up, I get him to my partners
Chorus:
Deep off in that trap, trying to get my paper straight
Told my bitch I'm gone, I'm on that paper chase
Pulling out from the Lamb with the brand new paper plates
Chopping on, telling 'em that money like a mother fucking paper weight
Paper chase, paper chase, paper chase
Wait till your feet gets on, nigga, we're on that paper chase! (and what?)
Paper chase, paper chase, paper chase
Told my bitch I'm going and I'm trying to make that paper straight!
Told my bitch I'm gone and I gotta keep my mind on money (mind on money)
Everything I do, I gotta do it to the fullest, I gotta keep it 100
Watch was a 100 (watch was 100), drop was a 100 (drop was 100)
Stand up in the middle of the club, pop bottles, all the niggas I'm stunning
nigga we're running (running, running)
Back on the road to the richest, you can tell the mother fuckers I'm coming
Cold in the house, mucho frio, moving el peligro, vale mi amigo
All the niggas knowing zeros, all we talk is kilos, I just want reload!
Two.. twins, niggas
Paper plates when I'm pulling off in that Benz, nigga
All I need is my plug, I don't need no friends, nigga
They had Benz but I'm trying to graduate to them Ms, nigga
Chorus:
Deep off in that trap, trying to get my paper straight
Told my bitch I'm gone, I'm on that paper chase
Pulling out from the Lamb with the brand new paper plates
Chopping on, telling 'em that money like a mother fucking paper weight
Paper chase, paper chase, paper chase
Wait till your feet gets on, nigga, we're on that paper chase! (and what?)
Paper chase, paper chase, paper chase