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Guess Who's Back

Richie Rich

Seasoned Veteran

1996

distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'

lavish so dramatic
My bitch speak a lil bitch of spanish
She make it dissapear like some magic
Whoa
Constantly paranoid, can`t trust nobody trust nobody

account
Hit lil shawty with the pole
Told her that she Polish now
Looking forward to when them moaning sounds turn to ultrasounds
Trust me I ain't rushing

my iPhone (Get it? Ha)
I flied and dashed through the shelves
So this stick by my side, like I just cloned myself (Ha, bro)
When it hit, you gon' die

the rules
And never switch out your lane
Felling like Janet
But I won't call you Jermaine
When I get lonely
Come by my lil escapade
I'm a bad bitch
Speaking

life was a scuffle, more people be shocked
Coming from nothing and making it something that's my only shot
They say it's by levels, I'm moving up

can do this by my lonely, oh-whoa
Only talk to me about money or booking shows
I can peep when you act funny, so don't come close
Shawty fuck me till

tripping about yo words Anything halo say go
I'm in field just like sum cleats neva played bout pesos
Rock a by my baby now he sleep dead up in that coffin

when you by my side[00:42.50]I feel, I feel when you by my side[00:48.11]Every time, every time[00:51.44]Every time you cross my mind[00:54.97]I get

them niggas stayed the same

Where them niggas at when I was struggling
I was by myself
Now my plate is full, they tryna eat
They must be crazy as hell

pack him out
They like, where you be at? Chillin' at your mama's house

How you make yo bread? I used to ball, bitch, I'm trappin' now
I been doin'

The Full Retard

El-P

Cancer4Cure

2012

by the harm and armor posse
Prolly got me on a radar with a dot
These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene
Shit hawks abound, in

a whole brick
Sellin' zones out a whole pound
Trap rollin' like an X pill
Movin' work on a Greyhound
Counting up what I made now
Try to rob, get laid

Bentley truck I got wheels

Whoa... Chills... I'm running with a bitch up for the chills
Selling drugs man I'm selling by the pills
When I knock a sad bitch

had me
Was last week
Check this man i aint had check to drop yet
Now pedal on, where your boat at
Lil Yatchy video that shit was fucking art
My daddy,

do
You... gave me that lil spark I needed now
Ohhh... please don't ever fan the fire out
I come out with my hands up 
This is who I am
Tired

than the breast augmentee
On Dolly P.
Which we all have seen
And probably
Thought at least
Subconsciously
About fondling
Whoa, sorry, please
Pardon me
Is

fact on the map
Lil' flicking ass niggaz, fix your act or get slapped
We keep hollows up in them holsters, get a package of blap
You could tell by

drink wine with diamonds in the glass by the case
The meaning of expensive taste

You wanna gitcha, gitcha yaya
Mocha chocolata lata
Creole Lady Marmalade

Come get caught up in my wave
Hey eh
Yep
Awww
No I'm not the only one
But I am the chosen one
Black james Bond guaranteed
I keep the golden gun
Whoa I am

friends (na, yah yah)
I show her more cake (what)
She want a lil taste (she what)
She said her belly ache (naa)
Now thats a cold case (cold)
And then

Making plays like Barry Sanders and Barry Gordy
I get annoyed lil niggas still try to baby boy me 
Came thru, tint down, make a scene Hitchcock
Need

Whoa (G-Town Hip hop)
Ecko Show
Bonie MC (Right here)
Lil Ice (Thats right)
Wooo (Ha ha)
Bonz beat
R.D.V Production
Present 

Now every body just

Illuminated by ways that are truly hated 
My views are forever jaded 
On fumes so I'm motivated 
Woke speak till I'm stimulated 
Y'all procrastinate