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you lying and he's not bout it
She wanna fuck so the bitch get clouted
I been getting high out my mind getting cloudy
Four rings on me, I pulled up Audi

Tear me up inside
You come at me with a knife
Tearin my guts right open
In front of everyone jokin 
Laughin like it's no big deal
Everybody does it

know who he is
We know who really havin' that don't ever try to play with twin
He actin' like the plug but he dub you out here sellin' mid
We locked in

laughable
Passing these niggas for me is natural
Windows tinted ain't no sunlight
I'm in the club no mile high
But you know imma bald like chemo
Turn me up I

up in this trap
I write my own shit, and you know it for a fact
So I'm hot in my city and he fucking with that
Everyone chasing bags don't get rich
I

bout some shit that's in the past tense
Brody had a plan for me to get rich and it made mad sense
I done gave it to you a hundred times without you askin

city fuckin' with me
Okay like bitch I'm tryna get rich
Like start a business in the bitch
Okay now bitch you throw that rod
Imma yank it, this a shark

I'm gonna die alone
So don't hold your breathe so don't sit by that phone

I I I dont need you to pray for me 
I I I dont need you to stay with me
I I I

no time
Move at my pace I'm just takin my time
I give my all you see me trying
I give my all you see me trying
But I been feeling blind
I can't read

the ground in low-lows on these broke hoes
I got rich of the shit you put in your nose
Chopper on me while I'm sliding down Melrose
Watch for the "Hello's"

rich
I'm getting this money, I'm getting this money
You think it's fun to play these games, but now that's above me

nuff Ls it is what it is now
When music paid me nearly thought i was rich
Her ex think he bigger L O L i know he a bitch
My brodie in the hood callin me

Tia Told Me

50 Cent

Promo Only: Rhythm Radio (April 2009)

[Chorus]
You won't believe what Tia told me (You ain't gonna believe this shit nigga!!!!)
Your fuckin career is over homey (Your done it's a wrap

Tia Told Me

Rick Ross

Deeper Than Beef

2009

[Chorus]
You won't believe what Tia told me (You ain't gonna believe this shit nigga!!!!)
Your fuckin career is over homey (Your done it's a wrap

2 Minutes of Death

Stuck Mojo

Snappin' Necks

and confused, what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun.
Shit, you're being kicked by Richie Rich.
Stunned and bleeding, you're looking sad, well you pressed

sleep
I pray my deaf brother don't run into the police
'Cause you tellin' him to put his hands up, he can't hear, ain't goin' for deceased
These rookie

They see us rolling
They see us rolling, they keep’on hating
It doesn’t matter now
Yeah
I say
Yeah
Beaten up, crucify
3 days he came back for me
That’s

head, he lives rent free
You wish to forget about him, well that's just irony
While there's more problems to worry about
You only want to win a fight by

slid
Smarten up boy you can't do a bid
I'm doing footwork like I play for Madrid
And RIP bro he taught me how to whip
I need a rich bitch to teach me how

you rich ho 
Imma break you off like a pencil 
I produced the beat and it's all instrumental 
cir rose rigging the shit 
Sicker than most 
Don't get it

niggas ain’t fair
For you cause you ain’t hardbody you pussy
I ain’t no killer but nigga don’t push me
Said that he’ll do it and I’m just like would he

problems, told the b**** don't put me in the story this s*** private
Now your dog name ain't good you don't see him cause he hiding
N***** ain't running s***

He ran out of glue so
He stopped sticking to the-
Ask me if I love you but I had to tell you no
Now she getting mad at me but
That's just how it goes

he's surrounded by crooks
How you got a girl and she can't cook
No, you didn't graduate, go read a book
Up on the board, he moves like a rook
Robbing