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I call the plug, and tell him to keep that shit coming
You wasting my time, ain't spending no money
In the trap house thumbing
I'm stacking my 50

Cause tonite it's champagne by candlelight
And dinner for two
Our little secret rendezvous
Gots no time for these chicks out in these streets
Girl I'm

from a lil bird
Now number 4 always lock the door
they killing mommas and babies it ain't no street code
By any means get everything sold
Stay with

my songs in Google Docs
Your wife could be married for fifty years, she'd still get me and you flip-flopped
My dick drops on 'em hops on and hops off,

keep quiet
Told him meet me in the streets, stop playin', why you hidin'
I got blood on my shoes, cause I'm buryin' the weak
Fifty millivilligrams, touch

won't go, nigga
Ay bounce to that ass, I'm tryna see how low it go, baby
Back on the block, pussy come and get me
Get me mad enough, now I drop a 50

You

Maybe Next Time

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

nice
The style that I heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, Pete
You can't make money saying rhymes on the street
So yo get back, Jack, a smack is

Iron Galaxy

Cannibal Ox

Def Jux Presents...

2001

Life's at a standstill, dangerous cause man kills
And still cats visualize life ghetto like
One mind, sometime these cats see life
Street life in

the street
I'm straight through the back, I don't need an ID
Twin 'nem keep the MAC, fifty rounds in the Jeep
If you got an issue, you know we can meet
We

be floatin' in the lake by ten
I don't fuck with confused liars
Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet
Brother, I'm too fire

on his Own 
I stand by the king I know that if can not handle it God is gon cover it 

3 kings my nigga most peoplelook at us as Rappers but I say

machines
100s and 50s that’s all in my jeans - so much white - come wit the skis
Up all night yea running from sleep - Auntie spot man ducking police
Pop me

to customs feeling like it’s nothing. I can grow accustomed to these customs. First I gotta get back to the hustling. Plan it, push it, prove it’s what I’m

behind the sheets
You could let me feel on you and then
You push it back on me
And I swear it to your mother
You'll be back at home by three
I even

UP AT MURPHY’S BAR               
I’LL BE THERE AT 2
BUT BUDDY I STILL DON’T HAVE A CAR   
SO I’LL DEPEND ON YOU
JACK YOU STILL OWE ME 50      
FOR

Pay it back streets blessing me 

Facet drip drip'n swag
Goin yard duffle bag
Took a trip Atl Exclusive game poppin tags
20 plates that's a stash
Never

the 50 
You just want the money and clothes and the fame 
And all the dumb shit that come wit it me
You just wanna buddy wit the aim and the scope

streets by my lonely
I gotta feed my seed
No help or no handouts
Ferragamo on my belt now
I turned a g g to a band
I'm just that nigga with the plan
Pyrex

can't)
Ju in the back with the four fifty
Church a boy, keep the Lord with me (Lord)
Valley valley, that’s the fucking team
Gotta get it, that’s by any

we preach
Cause if we did I know it would change our streets
And this Christianity isn't a white religion
Yet can we tell by the way your livin'

up 
Like they hadda swipe
If you diss me, could be loved by thousands, 
You still wack to me
Just like a frisbee, talk behind my back, 
That shit come

the sea
Wifey materil she dont cook or clean
She sell perc 30's swishers and weed
All i do is ask she give me what i need
Shawty got my back cause im taking

checks to cash
Zilla is next on your ass
Don't sleep on me homie
Riding the street by my lonely
But best believe I keep it on me
Got bitches on bitches

Money I told that bitch ion 
Got time to lay up I'm motivated 
By a bag I'm tryna run it 
Up hold up count up aye man 
The streets fucked up ain't been