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to be my bitch, but I don't know your name
House, 30,000, expensive paint My dude, have you fucking lost it
Fly guy, you can call me luh' Dawson Fifteen,

and did another flip
Outcheaa on some other shit 
Runnin thru the money by the clip 
Whatchu know about the dudes you Runnin widd 
You must think you runnin

it cost
Shit might hurt your heart
Get the money by all means, that's the motto
I got rich then my power skyrocketed, auto
Like Nato said
This a yacht

Theres a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh the snows pure and white
On the earth rich and brown
Just another sunday

Only Your Mother

Scarface

Balls and My Word

2003

butt
You're a rich nigga's worst mistake
You're just a trophy, and what make matters worse you're fake
A mall broad tryin to keep up with the Joneses

an active scene
And it is marked by those
Red balloons behind me
That's where a house party
Was held last night
There was a drive-by shooting
Witnesses tell

Salute, Pt.2

Gang Starr

First Family 4 Life

1998

grammar
Before I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, shit got rowdy
Dumped off my first clip at a house party

I love this rap shit,

broomsticks who
With no Vaseline, they just move shit through
Nigga, who is you? They gon' screw him too
You came into this game to be a cool rich dude

on dude ass cus he went out like a bitch)
(I say less and do more can't get indicted by a...)
I carry my own weight I don't be freeloading shit
Had to beat

Bia' Bia'

Lil Jon

Down Right Dirty

2001

No sleep, I'm lookin' forty
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch, I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggas
Over a hot

Kool On

The Roots

Undun

2011

without running out of patience
Move in silence without running up in places
Cake by the layers
Rich but never famous
Hustle anonymous still remain nameless

F.A.L.A.

Gang Starr

Hard to Earn

1994

and a grin
Parties try to rock me, chicks try to clock me
Niggas try to block me, but they can't stop me
I'm a bad man, understand where I come from

The Tungsten King summoned me to his chambers
"Hey, hey Bones McCool, what's up dude
Uh
I'm getting together a discotheque
Um but we're gonna call it

to do
I just tell em Issa party shorty Betta come thru
Tell ya girls to bring her girls, cause bet I'm bringing my dudes

And all my niggas know it's Gang

Hit a nigga with a bottle, he through
Stick his bottle up, get to sockin' on dude
Get rich, follow up, get to firin' on dude
Then I'ma take a hoodrat

Reading your body language, I'm peeping your gestures
No one in this party doing something that impressed ya
Tension, let it build, then I start

of Gooseheads...

Okay, that's cool...

Wait, so the robot's gay?

Gay Robot's comin over?

Yep...

Oh, dude, you gotta see this, he's insane with football stats

No

Bia' Bia'

Too Short

Put Yo Hood Up

2001

No sleep, I'm lookin' forty
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch, I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggas
Over a hot

and spend the night at yo' house
Wake up by myself in bed 'cause you be at the stove top
Walk inside the kitchen put my hands up, let me stop
Please excuse

never ever left in the first 
Wale Ovechkin, the best on the earth, breath breath full of purp 
A legend out here, and I'm ending careers by the end

he sees everything red
He suited up on the day he went out
But first, he wanted to stop by his homies house
To get some weed and his personal gun

still awake, I gotta be up at ten tomorrow
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra

Lookin at me like a lick that is the wrong move
You got the wrong dude, I'm banging to the left
A lonely stoner jump a jet go by myself
I don't take losses

Baggage Handlers

Raekwon

The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 1

2007

the movement? Superman money in the Ooh building
A few dudes who make a lotta rules sayin' 'you get it'
Right, wavy hair, all my niggaz is polic'
You stay off