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That bitch thick and she rich, she my cash cow
Everybody talk like they took the risk
Some of y'all too small to be on my dick
Yeah, your mans wear

know I ain't playing
Imma keep it going till I'm rich
Still going by my own
Got no one controlling me
Got labels on the phone
Cause they know I got

a story 'bout the boy who rose to save the city
Or a tale for all the broken hearted to cry by taking pity
It's the details of who I've grown to be, I hope

you
We be like la, la, la, la

From the same city as the B-IG
Wanna serve these bars, gotta see ID
Now I'm on they radar, where B dot be
Was a slave for

your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City)

Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line

hot boy like Juvie

I'm a cutie with a big booty (booty), big bag
I like big dicks, big ice
I got that good pussy, make a nigga cum fast
Then I let

Five in the mornin', all these niggas keep callin
Bitches in they street corners, niggas sellin' they quarters
Rich nigga foreign, pussy splashin'

INTRO:
Things are hard my brother
We gat to maintain and work so harder
No send them dey no be your father
Let's go there...

This ForGod....

hoodie 
Ski mask Im jacking em  and taxing them 
Who me
Just like excederin  the medicine 
You drinking lean 
Codeine like ice go to your head again

Free Money
Blaze
Blaze
I can't fold on my team
Put in work, OT
Yeah I'm talking overtime
Chase your dream I bet you'll shine
They can't ever stop

ordinary you just ordinary
It's some gangstas in your city when
Brick squad in your town
If a nigga get wrong we'll lay his ass down
Four Four been to every

Take a cab take a bus just get here
My last year your this year am in
My partner jeep with no windshield
Make more money than you sit still
Big wheels

the city on the ttc
These men they some fakers, they some wannabes 
Trying hard to fake it, you know I ain’t you
And you ain’t me, nah

Verse One(Big Z):

Smacked in your mouth by a nigga rockin' six rings
24 karat, all gold, like a young king
These niggas playin' both parts like Regina King
Dick in

County, oh how I love thee
You're big, you're bold, and you're great!

And now it's time to mourn the cities that we've lost along the way
Cities like Akra,

Mr. Nigga

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides

1999

put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your

this bitch (Bitch)
Play it by the rules
We was never fooled
I was thinkin' tryna to get rich (Rich)
They said we was rude
Chillin' by the school
We was

Yeah, aye

Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wanna get big, but nobody work for it
Everybody wannabe famous, even when you nameless
Y'all better

got big bucks the lottery 
You challenging me 
Let me see 

I think you a rat 
cnd I think I can find your address 
Just by checking the wifi 
I stay

Riding with my homies in the big big city
Got the big bad wolf on big black back  
 
Back on the pedestal
I´ve been parking the skeletons 
Close

some shit
Can't show your face around your city 'cause you owe some shit 
Moving by the hundreds, Cuban by the hundred, pistol by the stomach 
Gotta

Rich kids with big money and pushing them new whips
Struggle like the rest working that 9 to 5
Neck stay in the hole bills tell me survive
My city don't

rich and yelled THAT'S WHAT YOU GET
All of his problems that seemed to be big
Was never a struggle for God to dismiss
The wall that was built, to keep us

I’ll do it for your city
My city ain’t fucking with me 
Exotic Pop I’m Sippin 
They hate me just like I’m 50 
Break a 8th down and 
I roll it up in