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Faceshot, gang in my city, wanna terrorize the streets (oh)
Big-ass bullets take down Suburbans and they'll flip a Jeep
No more hot cars, I got a rental for

I've been grinding getting to this money
And I know that these niggas can't fuck with me
I've been kicking back all by my lonely, don't want drama
So

[DJ]
FM 113.57 with today's up to date global news
In news today, the infamous rapper Lil' Rob
Presumed to be dead for the past two years
Apparently

was deep in the streets, she callin' and gettin' no sleep
Scared for her baby
I was runnin' the east
Turnin' into Lil Herbo G
The big Humble Beast,

Spittin Game

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my

Dunkin, a real street nigga
(Street, street)
Ask a bitch about my meat, she like my skeet
Nigga (She like my skeet, nigga)
You a lame nigga, I oughta eat,

when they home they gon sit back
Shoot at him then we shoot at the other
Fuck the streets ain't do good for my brother
Want a Mil then I want me another

ciden my brother, I'm gonna take the risk 

That nigga Rob pussy, he fat as shit 

We gbg babies and we finna spin

I'm uppercut Josh in his lil chin

aint mean to rob you ni#$@a, its just business
Long time in these streets, in these streets with no blemish (at all)
Menace to these Ni$#@s no, no dennis

hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star

Created in my back pocket
Ya

split some wig
On a chill day, I'm still gon' slay
If I don't come back, how the bills gon' pay?
Think about that 'fore you hate on me
I'm in the club

I'm spitting
Reason why is none of y'all get it
Shit back home way different
Y'all really not up in these trenches
Y'all really not thuggin y'all

babies are having babies that grow up and rob old ladies,
I've been on the hustle daily trying to get rap to pay me,
Cause working in gap or Sainsbury's

caught him made him run lil nigga
Brand new choppa it a blow you back this bitch hit like a pump lil nigga
Got that bag up in your hand when we catch you

I was bred to be a gangster ever since a little cub (a little cub)
Lil' Glocky in my pocket, ever since a lil' thug (a lil' thug)
I been takin' big

it's so romantic
But I still can't seem to escape the panic
PTSD streets did the damage
Kept me in hammock, laid back with cannons
Get me fucked up,

I lost my brother bitch I ain't friendly
My lil shooter came to drill ya in a civic
Pour some more mud if your cup a lil empty
I know a lil thang

you try to creep, we gon' spin it with the street
Lil' bitch know she hot, this lil' bitch fuck for the free
Pull up on they block, droppin' niggas by

sprayed up
Got rid of the whole brick, and then we re-up
Sittin' in a money spot
Cookin' up the product
You tried to infiltrate the shop
You got shot up lil

Prada my designer prolly black owned
Only in the streets to get some change and bring it back home

Let me talk my shit
White chalk adlibs
This

your album)
I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?)
Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto)
My bitch

Snitch

Obie Trice

Second Round's on Me

2006

of a mobster 
See a nigga pass by 
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya 
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale 
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm

of his feet, from a good slang
Who of my partna's gonna die next, either torcherd in hell
As if they havin' a rest

Chorus:[Triple C, (Lil' Rob)]
Leva,

lives away
Got damn
They ain’t listening 
I gotta pray


They ain’t got it so they rob rob rob you
Anything to get they bag
Might end up on the news
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