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ain't even lose
I had lost it all, I got it back by the two
Ape guerrilla, I go monkey act a foo
And I can't lie im prolly addicted to juice
Hoe mind your

club but still fuck up da Vip
My niggas slimey 
Lil nigga dey do ya
Boy you fake
Only flex on computer
I play it smart
So I got a shoota
I still got

Pussy boy wanted beef with me over Galactic acquisition
Called his mistress over and put 10 inches on her forehead like Payton Manning
I'm a street

thousand dollar
Ball gowns but that plus gettin' clowned by rich kids and how y'all sound
Made me stop pretendin', saw my life laid out for me
And I ain't

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Around here them boys, 'dem don't play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray erry day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say

a young rich boy from the T-E-X-A-S
You can really go and sayless
Baby you a Goddess
You know that you got it
I won’t even doubt it
Take me as I am,
Lemme

give up her body, she giving up addies she meetin' my standards
Gucci with snakes so I pop up my collar
Lose it again, i'll be up by tomorrow
Got my own

whole club jumped him

Yeah, nigga, this one them ones for me
Okay I done went pop star, I'm getting that one money
It's couple thousand on me cash,

twenty-one gunshot salute
Motherfuckers hate me 'cause I be the hood
Hypnotized by my rhymes I'm so Hollywood
B-E record crew, we are boys from the hood

Show Me Love

Lil C

I Represent This, Pt. 2

2009

Slim Thug
Yeah, We Back
Slim Thugga
Mannie Fresh
This for the real niggas in the club, man
Holla at em Fresh

[Chorus: x2]
In the streets (in

Tom Joad

Country Joe McDonald

Thinking of Woody Guthrie

1969

a-walking down the road, poor boy,
Tom Joad came a-walking down the road.

It was there that he found him a truck driving man,
It was there that he caught

Ghetto B.I.

Channel Live

Armaghetto [Clean]

2000

the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by

Ghetto B.I.

Channel Live

Armaghetto

2000

the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by

never miss a episode
Real street boy, gone rely by the code
Cuz it's a good day to be the mothafuckin shit
Pass a pimp a key, then take a bump right out

Show up at the spot
All the bitches say hi
She been hit so much
That pussy got a drive by 
She a jacky hoe
But she never ever shy
But she'll still

(Hit-boy)

Ay, me and brody, we gon' stay tight (we locked in)
He'll do some shit for me in the daylight (in the daytime)
Make sure his name good

tough, make me mad by the
Tap dance
I'm a boss in this bitch and they know it And I'm a rich young nigga on shore
Give me the G to the fed on the floor

Ha, yeah
Alright BT
What the fuck?
I don't got no time for a hoe to break my heart, emotionally reserved
I had a dream rich in a mansion smoking dope

Forget calamari games are my hit
I take my SP on the subway all day
That’s a type of gameboy for those too young for this club anyway

When I’m rich I’m

America

Chuck D

Everybody

2017

in this bitch
And you don't gotta like it but get off my dick

The world going mad over one drug
I'm filling up a bag at the gun club
In

Don't Trust 'Em

Ice Cube

The Predator

1992

strange, but could you
Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
'Cause you'll get a bullet in your brain, Mr Rich
And about that bitch, don't trust 'em

Big

Juice WRLD

Death Race for Love

2019

the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended
Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich
Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don't

the messenger
Let them pussies know who drivin' by, go 'head and rev it up
Put that boy we smoked on it, I might just snatch your necklace up
They keep hangin'

for the rich and the presidents
Hella the quick glass nasty grins
Boy thats it, pop up the mothaf**kin hood and buzzin
And pushing butty shit that you