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the Ohmwrecker)

Tell them boy they should’ve known better
(Tell them boy they should’ve known better)

From day one I’ve been a go getter,
(From day one I’ve been

But they never slide though
My boy pop out popping shit, I tell em' right on

I might go Ksubi and Mink, do the Raf and Alyx
But sometimes know I got

Regret

Ludacris

Conjure: A Hustler's Spirit

2010

so bright
Poppin tags 
Is a thing of the past
You lost everything you had 
Chasin them scallywags

[Chorus]

Ludacris Raps:
Hey sexy 
Tell em

today, he'll beat it, Joe Frazier
My Guccis, I went all-blue, Nipsey feet (feet)
You see diamonds on my neck, that's Water by G (G)
She went brazy

A Milli

Juelz Santana

I Can't Feel My Face: The Prequel

2008

You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't

those things (King, things)
Her Gucci bag tote, that's 'bout four G's (woo, damn)
Beard gang state, gold chains swing (boss)
Ass shots heavy, high

my niggas tryna eat
I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor show me the door
My niggas kicking em down
Flicky in the whip they wish I would slip

to the rear
Every time I look up them hoes trying to fuck
Every time I drop I give a rapper bad luck
Shucks, pull up on em, daddy's on drugs
Now they climb back

on my neck be wetter than a jet ski
Shining like a brick, my fist glowing
These haters don't upset me, blowing
VVS's got my chest glowing

Gucci gang like

more
All the lil' niggas that's hating on me
Tell 'em to hate a lil' more
Told them niggas I'm keeping it G since I was a lil' boy
All the niggas

hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with 12 man
You niggas just some hoes

Worldwide plug, I sent 'em to
Fifty thousand profit
Man just chilling

give a fuck for?
We don't lose sleep by the fuck boy
Sending hit's like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Ralo
If they all move then they die slow, pronto

Meet me downstairs by the lobby (by the lobby)
It's okay if you bring somebody (somebody)
Meet me at the hotel room (meet me there, meet me there)

boys dey no deserve you
I wantu dey ser ser ser serve
For your  pinnacle
You body tabernacle
All those boys dey no deserve you
All of em go dey sa sa sa

it
Fake niggas and fake bitches
Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it

You ain't gotta lie though
You know I got a thing for mulattos
Just follow

of them fucked me
They callin' me hubby but they
Be callin' for nothin'
Cause when I tell them hoes I like
Em I be kiddin like Cudi

They be like yup yup we

Get Up Get Down

Coolio

Gangsta's Paradise

1995

friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint 

That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti 
Like the body cool  keep the strap up by the naughties

Hungry

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights [Newtown]

2001

Aha, 2000, Bubba Sparxxx, yeah, 2000 baby

Now tell me how y'all expect to eat if y'all boys ain't hungry
How you figure you gon straighten the beef

in this bitch
Yeah they caught me lackin’ out there took a couple hot shells
Hard to kill like Gucci I'm a drop em I don’t care
Mind built for action

like you stole something?"
What's in your pockets? Better empty 'em
I ain't like the Gucci flops, I had to Fendi 'em
Roley time, brodie told Hutch

shit that's a stop watch (stop)
Stop boy, hot boy you are not boy (not boy)
Got it out the slums you did not boy (not boy)
Everything that you claim

Crimson Play on
Hey, baby how you doing?
I am in the studio with my boy
Lil trippy Na$z
I made a song about you
Yea
Я тебя люблю
I am tryna be with

ran out of luck
Like a ticket that didn't win when they scratched it
I have a threesome with identical twins

Tell em I know which one is which
Then get

Ya Know the Rules

Boogie Down Productions

Playlist: The Very Best of KRS-One

2010

know the rules 
But yo, I tell you what 
Yo get on the mic and tell em what makes up KRS-One 
YaknowhatI'msayin? Huh, and ya don't stop 
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