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I Told N****s Get That Bag Boy (GRIND)
I Told N****s Get That Bag Boy (GRIND)
I Told N****s Get That Bag Boy (GRIND)
Flip A Rack & Make It

lose I’ll die to win
I mix and match all my designer getting fly again, 
I thank the lord for no punishment for my sins, 
My n****s ain’t relief pitchers

look and I see it I swear to my God I’ma cop it I hustle from summer to winter
You n****s be cappin’ for Insta
Give me a plate, double the steaks,

Just bought a new watch piece and it’s so icy.
These girls wanna fuck but I got a new wifey.
Drop another hit now these n****s don’t like me.
Icy ass

Owwww
Mic check one two one two
We gon do it like this tho
Uh,
My n****s tell me I'm thirsty
My N****s tell me I'm thirsty
But I want yo a** in

I’m bout too kill all you n****s I’m feeling like Mike at the end of October n***a
I'm here too handle business I ain’t come in this hoe too shoulder

I can't hang around no n****s Who too scared to pull the Trigger
When I was in them trenches Man i had to keep a glizza
Cause n****s catching bodies

once before
I just don't know what happened
I get the pack make it flip
Like gymnastics
These n****s be cap
You can tell in their raps
Know some n****s

Hey, hey, what you know about that back end
Got a few n****s that send that pack in, they gonna bring them stacks in
And all the n****s gonna eat,

Money

Game

LAX [Clean]

2008

My money or my glock, who do I trust more?
I don't know, it's probably the one that I touch more
Guess it's the green, 'cause paper motivate n****s

a pack it’s confetti 
They way a n***a hold a grip its like 
You can’t understand this shit it’s like 
I pop shit, abandoned whip 
Broke n****s can’t stand

1, 2 Y'All

Jay-Z

M.A.D.E. [Clean]

2003

the beeper
Before B.I.G. pasted he pa**ed the number to Katrina
Get it right the game still remain
And I'm married to the s***, you n****s still engaged

1, 2 Y'all

Jay-Z

Paid in Full [Clean]

2002

the beeper
Before B.I.G. pasted he pa**ed the number to Katrina
Get it right the game still remain
And I'm married to the s***, you n****s still engaged

When I come through 
Man I'll be lookin' for you 
Aiming from the neck up 
My n****s got tools 
Killers ain't got rules 
They gon do what they do 
We gon

I'm staying with my cros
Young n**** feeling so groovy
Imma pull up on an opp n**** shoot a movie
All these n****s they be talking cannot hang with

Ooh that's clutch
Easy
XXXII a sign
The s**t is overrated
N****s always hatin'
N****s think they see me, they don't know what I be really hittin'

Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
All my n****s
Round the way
You just gotta stay
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
N****s moving real hot
You just gotta stay
Calm

let's-not- fall- in-to -the- pa-tter-ns
let's- des-troy- the- pa-tter-ns
let's-not- fall- in-to -the- pa-tter-ns
let's- des-troy- the- pa-tter-ns

make a play)
Stop an hide a bow in da middle of a stack of hay (Of a stack of hay)
Y'all n****s sharing clothes I see the reason n****s hate
Y'all n****s

Call it out
I'm here wit my n****s
To run up them digits
We making them bands
Ballin' out
Just look at the bitches 
They asking for pictures
We

I ain't rich but I got different ways to be making money 
N****s hating coz I got all my n****s we living comfy 
Where I'm from you either get your

Naw i ain't come here to play 
And i ain't wit that talkin i ain't got s**t to say 
Money over hate so imma get this pay 
R.I.P my n****s that lay

Yea I'm trying to run me up a ticket
Remember I couldn't afford a penny
Now I got in my bag, now n****s envy
Cause rocking this Gucci, Louis, Fendi

catch a case
Murk a n***a 
Dont fck wit n****s murk a n***a yea
Murk a n***a
Dont fck wit n****s murk a n***a yea
Murk a n***a
Dont fck wit n****s murk