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This song is dedicated to all of those
Who think im crazy
Your right! (Hold him down)

One night ill fall down in a pit of dust
A straight thug

got the 4’s in the back
You know they ready to smash
Do anything for the bag
Do anything for the cash
Ready to shoot at yo dad
Niggas aint bout it for

bitch 
You might be a 50 on her train
Let's be straight they gonna fall through when you got cash
If you ain't got shit then you better stay back
If you

old story had the
Same bros changed my baby she's
Sexy and the sex is crazy
Ride all night she can handle it
Ride my ... dismantle it
Black calvins,

And we might be getting old
that's the way we wanna show
Okay! Flow down my no XO
Dash balling my legs go
My team just grounded me
That's the way i wanna

down stuck in the trap
Moving bags counting cash
I remember nights I wasn't even sleeping
I got rich of them vacuum seals
Not no rapper deal
Drop them

like they Mike Jack
And if I say I love you, then I love you
Still cash over niggas so that bag gone come before you
But don't trip, cuz even if you slip

I'm all alone
Gated drive, security, I'm big now
Signed a deal, I'm like how?
I don't wanna fall down
I've been cheated
Fucked with and defeated
Rung

views by a creek
Keep the fam close so we all gon' eat, five star meals Michelin we feast
Pay it all cash I don't want no lease, Jersey been cold might

don't have any cash
	MORGcN
Maybe I can help
	ScMUEL
	You can?
	MORGcN
I need to find crewmen fast
Last night was the thirty-ninth annual
Hanover

Lifestylez Ov da Poor and Dangerous

Big L

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor and Dangerous

1995

My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns
Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds
On 139 and Lenox Ave. there's a big park

much cash they call me Mean Joe Green
On the protein caught a case of bullplein
Money to be made when my cell phone ring
Sip codine hoes say I'm so mean

All 4 You

Nappy Roots

The Pursuit of Nappyness

2010

your dues, and in due time they'll pay you

[Background Chorus]
It's all for you
Chops on the track

Hello, glad you took time to write
Still

[Dre Dog]

ooh, here comes the sickest and the illest of them all
(what's your name boy)  they call me Dre Dog
the coke snortin, chewy smokin

shot, you couldn't shot there
Said she can't stand me, someone tell her cop chairs
And how much Dior runners I got that I do not wear
Colombia's down

and a large bong
Entered 2-0-1-7 in the starlog
No money down, you'll just be in debt
That's how they keep you silent
Like the "b" in debt broke people

Had some friends when I went to prison they true colors shone
Used to have a hunnit so called homies all but one is gone
Shout out to my old team,

leave the wallet run off with the cash
Old lady ain’t notice she slept on the tram
I’m doing it all while I’m ridin the dash
Cuz they give two fucks if

to the game gotta learn to live with regrets
But pardon me, I digress, had some shit on my chest
Ladies love cool Feev, they order me by request
I'm the best

the snow falling down slow
And the night was calm and quiet on us
And now look at where the time has brought us
My heart just might be stopping
But in either

a memory 
Week nights 
Space out 
Cheap love 
Light another fire

Cash out 
Head south 
Dark sound 
Of the energy 
Work clothes 
Front row 
Fresh smoke 

down, PSO tings
Mmm
Don't come back, you's an old ting
Glah glah, nah
Glah glah, nah
Mhm
Yeah
Yo
Pull up crash
Take your cash
See your fam, but man don't

dream before
Can't afford to blow this
Sold my '17 Ford for a car that's a lot more
Cause the door handles pop out
Take the opportunity by the throat so
I

free, made a little cash and took a look from the clouds
That show money, flow money, new money
So funny, no one would root for me
Now they wanna make it