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poetry flow
With me
Like again
Enter the
Reading of
90's inner city
Enter
Gritty nitty
From a bitty
In a big city
Where slums
And graffiti
Where commute

make sure them Lips all chapped
City girls been in the lead just by a small gap

Call my young shit up I need me a lil Inspiration
We good forever real

fake n it’s easy to tell



You come to my city it’s turtles on juice

These mothafuckas really bustin out shells

It might be alarmin

Streets too dark

a tree
But nothin' ain't pretty in this cutthroat city
We fightin' for equality, we not fightin' for your pity
We fightin' for your right to life,

Keep It Gangsta

Lil' Boosie

The Last Dayz B4 the Good Dayz

2013

Fuck real G's, with big nuts who flip keys on highways
Player made niggas, man who flip hoes off Myspace
Luxury in driveways let your roof back nigga

Way you talkin' back to me please watch your tone please
They be really gettin' loosy' off the door keys
I can't get in thru admission then get cold

diss
Guess I made them hot tell them why you piss
Is it cause your girl going down on my

I got fifty on the liq
I got hoes getting lit
I got O's by

thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by

Everything Is Shady

Eminem

Eminem Presents: The Re-Up

2006

Similar to me familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the fifth on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica

threw a fit 
I Can’t lie, man I love getting lit 
I’m in the city and I’m looking like a lick 
Got rich, ima damn hypocrite 
Yea I work hard gotta get it

the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright

no autotune, just one song
See how big you feel when you sound dead wrong
You ain't really a king
You don't be running shit
I heard your new song
I

all my diamonds hitting in the day time
(Day time)
And these bitch's wanna fuck me
By the night time
Lift it up throw your right wrist up
Show them

rich, can't believe you ain't fuck Lizzo yet (Not yet)
But y'all gon' bust U-turns when it's your time, depend on that
These rappers shoot vids then

losses
My mind only playing like bosses
Telling you come then I pause it
Speak it on me, I do mine, and it blossom
I was smoking on rich rich rich
Don't

rich
Never give up on self and never lose faith
I gotta move forward, I'm never looking back
I used to want them old school big Cadillacs

Move, move,

Inshallah

After the rain the sun will shine
After the pain it's blessing time
Don't go insane 'cause it's not your time
Big up the man dem pon the other

Only working till I see the commas
Bank so big that it drowning Bahamas 
Shawties so bad in silky pajamas
Gotta get the bag ya know only designer

took a dime
Made beats for your albums
Ghostwriting on your rhymes, unh
Didn't I scream 116? Unashamed in my faith
Taking worldwide trips?
Didn't I win

Keep this shit in rotation
Big Smoke running to my Destiny
Like I don't know patience
Like I don't where I'm at
Sometimes I feel my soul vacant

My chain hang like outties 


I’m outtie like the outro 


Every fives seconds man I drop 

Another album 



( Verse 1 )

My body donated to this

would also like to thank my cousin Jr
Aka, Rowe Stussy
If it wasn't for you, this album wouldn't have turned out the way it is
Thank you for your support

your mouth off my Uptown dick
(Yeah)
Used to sell dope I was Uptown rich
(Rich)
Then I started making moves with my Uptown clique
Yeah
Big money man

Fuck tha World

Celly Cel

The G Filez

1998

busters by theyself 

Celly Cel: 

They got no time to be trippin' on 

Niggas that's tryin' to keep me down 

I put that bumpin' on your trunk