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it
I aint become successful by mistake nor on no accident
Commited to this life you better you better realize it got obstacles
Brody just got 10 he

like I'm Copperfield
Nigga purping, get his father killed
Running up bread like I'm Bob the Build
I don't do kids, but watch 'em still
You walk with 13,

know how I got here
Hindsight is 20 20 but it's not clear
I see better days chilling in the rearview
Running from the fact that I cant even feel you

I got a bullet with your name on it
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it
Dashboard with your brain on it
Motherfucking

If you live by the gun
You die by the same fate
So no gunplay, pops took toys away
Went over moms house, Cops N Robbers all day
(Righ) went back

fucked em up and now he tucked but he don't got no jersey
Why you send a flunkie when it's up boy we ain't Neva worried
I don't got no manners for a slut

Sound the alarm
The storm is coming
cant u tell we droppin by the dozen baby
ima rock the boat
work the middle til it hurt a lil

i got diamonds comin in

shinning and grinding

This Bragging tip I don't do dis shit generally
Got yo bitch on my hip she acting  Friend-a-ly
Snatch your shit no offense you ain't

I sit back mesmerized by this instrumental,
Hear the words of Nipsey, I'm typsy, sentimental
If this offends you, it's totally accidental
Enjoy

bitch, shorty look like she come from the islands
I can't cuff that bitch, cuz I know that shorty got some mileage
Fighting over bitches nigga? You hella

world a dirty game
Nigga want some smoke huh, like a tree you know we hang
Nigga sell his fuckin soul now a nigga don't got no name na
We bring glocks out

made it to da Bob Barkers
Guccis like I do me, be out by da mornin
Pay Attention, dis is real shit
Like a walk to da Shell from Turf, so you can feel

difference how you get it
When you're rakin' in a few bob

Hey Hustler
Shoutin' down the line
Hey Hustler
Got a simple mind
Does it get you into places
Where

Money in the Ghetto

Too Short

Get in Where You Fit In

1993

Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya

I was just a little kid back then but you let me hang around
But we're older now

Farewell youth, I'm afraid I hardly got to know you
I was always

these drums
You're the reason I hear a beat and tap my feet and bob my head
And do a nice lil hum like
Hmmm hmmm
My first memories of music make me think

and you wonder why their flows so old
You got wack A&Rs tryna test my temper
And you wonder why these kids on benders
No direction, you gone so tender
But

I'm feeling down I count up them blues
Shootin movies Tom cruise
You don't get to pick and choose
Guess I'm livin' who is you
Broke my heart, split in

Freedom of Preach

Ludacris

Release Therapy [Clean]

2006

praise 'em
Cause without 'em we'd be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em
While we, out and about and seein what life has to offer
But if you offer

now
Nothing to say to you now

Got a lot of people breathing
That's dead to me
Got a lot of people scheming
To get rid of me
I've been followed by

green
But doesn't see the slavery in it
Every side enslaves the workers blinding people
Oppress the nation pay you crap with small vacations
You can't see

like I did this shit solo
I mean it felt like I did
Raise your glass in this bitch
If you still ain't got no kids
I was still rich when I was broke
Made

brain
I'll just slide shorty the 40 suck it away
You got something to say
Bout how I spend my days
Taking liquor to the face I know my bills not paid

Ghetto Cowboy

Mo Thugs Family

Chapter II: Family Reunion

1998

the job
So I told her to ride
C'mon

May I ask whatcha headin to the west for? 

I got a partna
Got a plan for some do
And if ya down
You can pick