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at the mall rap
Album ain't sell
People know that I'm all that
Was once told my career would suffer
A curse by an Old Ghost
While he was smoking a dust in

a piece of her pierced belly
She looked hungry but you could tell by her butt to one degree
She be getting down like, "Yo, wassup?"
Um, um, nothin' was

Calculated bang, turn your brains into lunch meat 
Sudanese hungry, black Ted Bundy 
Got em pulling every track back like a bungee 
Yeah your bitch love me,

All About Money

Young Buck

T.I.P.

2005

the dust-countinus
Now I ride double ? to the ind you bust, 
Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you playin with much,
One in the chamber

shit world wide
I felt it when Wass died
Ma' was only 22 when daddy he got 25
And if they don't listen
You’ll have to feel me
Big dawg gotta eat they’ll

It's like this and like that and like this
I try to put my Anger to the pen instead of fists
I'm never giving in, I gotta Take This World By Storm
Until

To my LR’s who don’t give a Wolfgang Puck
My blood’s just come from when I bang and it’s not for luck
Might just have blow the bass in the speaker
My aim

And got my dub on
Glock 23, Michael Jordan, got my shrug on
Finna let the chop sing
But it ain't a love song
Saw a opp and hit the
Big shot like I'm

play this game
I know what plays in their brain
I'm dreaming too big
Get rid of her
Taking my aim, get back or I'll cock back bang
Nah I will never let

there's no love
Rhudeboy man you run the whole land slam
Small guns a big bang
Put down the gun, put down the knife tuff
Rhudeboyism in prison ruff
Any fool

then
This the template to win big we're getting it in
Regardless of what city you're in
There's a hustle just for you but you must put the work in

Walk in the store coppin' everything
Got a heavy charm and got a heavy chain
You can't play with a bitch gotta let it bang
Made a smooth 50K off

I Need a Hot Girl

The Hot Boys

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1

2002

up 
Love that's yo dick 
And if you ain't from the ghetto 
Then ride out bitch 
Arms, legs, backs, and breast 
You better leave a fucking tax

y'all look like big fans
I stand on that business, by myself, I'm like a kickstand (huh)
I stand on that business like I'm workin' with a suit and tie

Muzzle Toe

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

strangers
Top rap don, 'cause Daddy-O got me the dice game
It's reg or not, pockets love Trump Donald
Pack your work, move your plans to VA
Heat on the lock

Ayo who's that? Is that Jeyswan? Aight
Listen big man mans been waiting
For Newer Wave wagwuan? Aight listen if
You don't drop it soon
Mans gonna

slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
(Uh, huh) the shells'll bang
Make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's

crumbs
In fact you've got me
Gravity is pulling me to your heavenly body
10-4 May-day I'm free falling, do you copy?
We could start a Big Bang, so sit back

lil' buddy, niggas hate, bitches love me
OG, bloody, I don't bang, but you join the gang, aren't you thirty
Sir, ah, bitch, I rep my set, let me

God, they love to suck me up
So one by one, I line 'em up
All titties welcome, all the cups
Yuge Fuego's back, your time's up
Alright, check this
Man

ain't believe TKAY would make it here just like the big bang
Only real niggas gon' understand I'm speaking ying yang

She don't even know my name, but she

my system (Money, drugs)
I'm feeling sluggish
Mud
(Feeling sluggish, drugs) The bitch try and say she love me
Doing good all by myself, I 'ont need

wit it
Ooo monster
Howl at the moon monster
Howl monster

I'm Leonardo nigga even my moma know
I don't speak fraud
I anit the big gee trust me nigga I

your Charles and yeah it's a sick one
Yeah we get the best they don't know where this shits from
Bang on that's everyones opinion
Big back and She