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a fuck
Danny phantom still ghost after tracks cause homie i don't give a shit
Take my throne in this fucking bitch

Pulled up with the gang had to get away

get for it? 
Atlantic Records say "Just make another hit for me." 
I tell 'em "Cut a hundred million dollar check for me." 
Like it or not, don't lose

Listen
Currently my life is based on simply fucking getting by
Promised me that one day I will build a fucking enterprise
Might of failed like 6

on CD on repeat
You know you need me i'm in ya speaker
The rhythm got bodies talking
You know you want to so let go
You hear it calling

The sound of art

Whack Rappers

Afroman

Afroholic...The Even Better Times [Clean]

2004

A bump bump bump
Call up Puff Daddy ask him if he wants to do a verse with me

Real pimps get down on the flow
But I dont see a hoe in the video
Why

It’s me
For those that say I don’t have a dance track
Feel this

Move your body make you shake that thing wey you get (Get)
Let the music enter your

see me in the back ay
Lapping all the haters
But I'm walking on the track ay
Take a look around
Are they friends Are they down
Are they just gonna leave

Hope I Don't Go Back

E-40

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 2 [Clean]

1998

money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
'Cause I used to get beat, with racin' car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin'

floor
Watching everyone airborne
Bored, but looking forward to control
CD-ROM
Playing what I want
When I want
Made me know
A side of the world
Non of my

Were A Person Who Stands By Me, They Will Gossip About It)
B’oje Eniyan Lo Duro Mi Won A To S’alo 
(If It Were A Person Who Stands By Me, They Could Get

Duro Mi Won A To S’alo 
(If It Were A Person Who Stands By Me, They Could Get Tired And Leave)
B’oje Eniyan Lo Duro Mi Won A Ti Ma S’iregun 
(If It Were

Who Am I

Twista

Tim's Bio

1998

and hustlers
I get up in the guts homie, never phoney
Hitta wigga when he run up on me
Y'all muthafuckas still don't know me
Let em' learn slowly

[Chorus:

the K-9 unit barking at me 
Every single motherfucking time that I'ma ride by (ride by)
Yeah, hit the pedal yelling "Bye bye!" (bye, bye)
But if y'all

without a chaser at all
I let the stones in my pinky ring talk for me dog
And I don't talk numbers with random cats in the club
I throw a fifty pack

Let's get it
For every rap nigga I'm wit it
Peace to 2-3 zone, don't quit it
I'll be right here wit the 4-5 gripped
Lotta niggas talk while I'm out

still gotta let that trunk knock
Hear me beatin down yo block
And my car just stopped again
Mayne, my gas gauge don't work
I can't tell how much gas I got

ain't no gangster, but neither are you
I'm from that Adamsville where
They will murder you
Hey Tigger Tigger let me tell
Them a thing or two i’m not you

to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya

that young De Niro, get chicks like I get dinero
You scare hoes to the point they dont wanna get near yours
Bare flows pour'd over earlobes
Fo sure, I

down and gather my thoughts
Raised in a small town, bullies that I fought
Racing across town, CD’s that I bought
Face me! Im on now, haunted by these

on me
Don't wanna go to this warehouse
Man, this job, I swear I wanna leave
I work my ass off to get a couple of hundred bucks a week
After bills,

track
The track is bangin' by itself
You know what I'm sayin'?
Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah

They don't want (yeah)
To fuck with me (nah)
They don't know

speaking spanish
And i get the lace your finger with that 15 karats
If i don't live my life baby nothing matters
If i don't do me baby nothing matters
If you

Greed Hate Envy

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

wasn't in his face he probably be callin' me names

Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do
Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules stay