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couches, ounces, by the fountain
On James all night man, it’s going down

Sacked up, band up 
Vic higher than a truck
30 in the 40, 
Try to rob, 
I’ll cock

be right back

Now im all in yo area nigga, thuggin all in yo face, i wish you would, try ta play
Ima empty out the whole A.K.

Im real street im real

Eat Or Starve

Ryan Adams

Too Hard

2017

got life in jail
Perkys get you by, them youngins knock 'em down
Lil one tell my phone when you got back in town
They see me on the stage now, though

back automatics galore
I attack fore they start
Been caught lackin before
I got stabbed by the car
Thought death had me for sure
Still goin in pockets

the booth
I just think bout by my niggas that died in the streets
So I keep me a glock, first reaction is shoot
Pass me a nic while I'm up in this car
Off

ass intermission
I’m hittin' a port then go back for the finish
Fishin' and stickin' this dick in her kidney
Stickin' a fist in her shit on Timmy
I

dollar
Bag on yo head gone push yo shit back like a barber
The rules in the street, we will bring it to ya mama
Ain't no rules when it's beef, we

the foundations of society

And by my side is Dj Rob Leet
Crafting beats so sick they'll sweep you off your feet
Together we stand against the tide
Exposing

Hell on Earth (Front Lines)

Mobb Deep

Eastside

2003

niggaz pop shit 
Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in 
Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit 
Illuminate my team'll glow like,

screen
With niggas I knew since the age of sixteen
Plottin' to rob all these niggas and in this cold industry
I know all you niggas head cold ass lil

and rob? cnd I am crossing 

Independence Square by South Quay 

Down in front Royal Bank where the old drag mall used to be

cnd see him staggering through

Here's a lil story about how my family works
If I start sayin names I'm goin in the dirt
So I don't really care if you think this isn't true
Say you

me care 
Niggas dying by the three like every week and you don't care bodies
Slumped all in the street by where we eat
Caution lines been up for weeks

spraying it right
I'll get it in blood I don't dance nor fight
I'll put you in a box when it come to my life
Real street nigga I done earned my stripes
Could

Some snakes who just be liars in front your face or behind ya back
And mane that's hella whack but pay attention 'cause who you attract
Is a reflection

Why does he rob?
Wallace and Gromit!
I'm with my dog!
Give me your wallet!
Give me your wallet like jack!
I pop a xan in the back!
Whipping knit a brick

Sick of mama screamin' that "Get a job
Nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
Simple and plain
My man scooped me in the hooptie (uh huh)

Lil mama wanna wine for me
Lil mama wanna twerk in the street
Lil mama wanna work to the beat
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Wine for me
Lil mama wanna wine for

And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they

rob'em
And i put that on my mama
I'm putting pressure on any nigga
That's in my way or tryna stop me
I can't put my trust in you, cuz you let me down
You

I leave the game on snooze, yall got like ten more minutes
Rap's SEC, I'm getting all up in your business
By my third album I'll be a triple crown

Booty big bouncing out the gym 
Damn 
She got that back tho 
I'm tryna swing in thru the back door 

Need me a Lil freak 
To gon throw it back for me

Beat Up

Lil Rob, Bandit, Proper Dos, True Breed, Low Profile Gangsters

Low Profile Gangsters: Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your

Beat Up

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your