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can do it so right
You could feel real good, lay your head back
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I

to sell these med's
Grandma hate that I
Walk across the shells of eggs
It ain't safe when you're
Walking on the shells of eggs
I got a lot of haters

ASAP

T.I.

Urban Legend [Clean]

2004

the crown just to shine on you suckers
I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the busters
Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me I'ma bust him

I don't need no fukking help
Done this shit all by myself
Every dollar that I count up, that's me
Grew up, lil Wayne was my model
Singing Gucci in

Woah
I been moving way too fast fuck around and crash
With my niggas doing bad shit my haters mad still
I know niggas ain't living half the shit they

on my cue
Look now I'm catching mad bookings, just check how I'm looking I'm still shiny stayed in my truth
2001, jumped up in this world with a ball in

own keys
And just cause im all in her spine
The lil bitch swear she know me
Ayy, moved from da block to da pines
But bitch I'm still connected like

Wet Boyz 4 Real

Wet Boys

Get Wet

1999

84
99 coming up and I still got more
Oh check the flow doing good in the dough
Started off bad in class now I'm checking out the flow
My boy Lil Lee

nigga by the dreadlocks
kick in the door break the chains and the dead lock

Jae Millz.
ay yo i been hittin his phone and still cant get 'em
i know he

Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used

4-5-6

Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll

1999

play quiet towns and tie 'em down 
Haters wonderin' how I got my position with rock 
'Cause I listen to The Lox and I to watch 
While you still

Niggas mad
Yea I know
I just don’t give a fuck, still get the dough
I’m just tryna live it up
Won’t wife no hoe
But if you give it up you gotta go

fix a broke nigga man when you gonna learn a nigga still living by principle Balls Is my word in the trenches curve ball was the game throw the ball

I pray my lil bros fixes up and leaves the road side
On two feet than being stretchered off with closed eyes
If you know you know I really was

and paper when you're playing with me
Don't think I won't erase you bout the family
Somebody tell me why these haters mad at me
Touch the king and it's gone

Hitta so sad he fumbled the bag
Rely on nobody I had to say, that's enough
Come one Lil' bitch get a rack get a rack
If you want it by the morning then

And she with it
And she with it
Yeah
Water on neck like the ocean
Money coming in like oh shit
Haters looking mad like I owe em Something
Green like they

My World

Kid Cudi

Man on the Moon: The End of Day

2009

Hello 
Yeah,
Lil' homie in the room, in, in the room boy, on the moon
(had had no one)
No one to hang out with, talk that s*** to
Just my little

on these haters give a fuck what they think (Give a fuck)
I'ma lil ahh nigga, with a big ass bank
And Just like Waka Flocka
I go hard in the paint (The

up in no time
All of my bros be up there, we 'gon shine
All of my hoes be on me and my dime
All of you haters be mad that I'm high
Riding or die for my

by this
So don't blame it on my mommy cos she raised me good
But to become this butterfly I had to leave the cocoon,
That's how it is
And still I think

Living the da fast life no brakes
I had to really go and get the bag
Betty Crocker whipping up that cake
I'm tryna see just why these haters mad
Cuz I'm

an attitude
Tatted up you can touch if you want to
Lil baddie with a mouth
But a heart of gold
I stay in my own lane
I just came to play
Ain't no drama today

a point, Imma still turn tables
Niggas gotta do something
All I gotta do is watch
I don't take orders
I made myself
Niggas mad over cash
All they gotta do is