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girl 
Over 
There" so far all the people out there that fall in love with material 
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We gonna bump the beat a lil' something like this 
I'm in
girl 
Over 
There" so far all the people out there that fall in love with material 
Items 
We gonna bump the beat a lil' something like this 
I'm in
start from New Orleans and go back to California
To lil Tony,to dime P
Seritz,Burnell,can't believe
That he's gone, the Scarface
Dank,Loot,and
can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town, no gun laws
Broke bitches
We would rob from the rich and give to the poor
Drug dealers give us the perfect opportunity
To rob they ass and give back to our community
On 3 like
For all my niggaz, that drug dealin' just to get by
Stack ya money till it gets sky high
Do me a favor kids sing, kids sing
We wasn't supposed
You'll find a way
Then it becomes a habit
You'll rob your late friend's grave

It's sex, it's drugs,
And then we all fall down
Get hooked,
On life
a nigga on the top floor
I beat him with a jack show him that I'm not a hoe
Fill an application out at papadeaux's
Work my way up to manager and rob
to remind me of it
We're still holdin' that old thing, tryna rob me of it
One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it
I'm papi though, they get it
Like New Year's and drop the ball, bitches!

Lil Kim and Black Rob, Dame espacio
Man back up off me Dame espacio
Can I get a minute to breathe?
Dame
Ese Lil Rob
We go through them hard times man
Just gotta keep our heads up
Keep on walking

[Chorus]
These Cortez Shoes know all the hard times
Everything is fair when you're living in the city

Looking at Miss Lane, it was the fast lane
Barely knows her name, struck by fame
She just got
niggas that want to rob me
Givin' you hobbies
Gettin' slugs at your own body
For my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli
I'm fearin' no
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up homeboy
Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey
Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed
one, you niggas boo boo
Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
Everything is fair when you're living in the city

Looking at Miss Lane, it was the fast lane
Barely knows her name, struck by fame
She just got
new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans
Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'
They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
a cantaloupe
Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lnae
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
environment
Every day becomes a new experiment
Now we are faced with problems
But if we come together we can solve them
Before we start to solving, here's
them hoes by the dozen
O.G. nigga get a new piece
Pass the old down to his cousin
Spell out your name, your corner, your clique
I know a pimp that
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches