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must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm

Zone Out

Nas

God's Son

2002

cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out, , four head gone 'n
Sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my

69 
I did mine on stacks 
I put my music to the test 
Amongst 
The real rat packs
And I'm also here to tell you 
Where there's blood 
There's us!

insane then me, wait
I should just pack all my things and leave? Ok
I guess I'll do that
Leave behind all of my fellow rats, leave em like bait in fucking

time, to pack up and go
Touring the country, my number one goal
My cashing, and writing, these checks like I’m old
My name lum-n-nidy, but I’m not selling

les rats scellés à la rime à
La vie pour tous ceux d'en bas
Qu'ont pas la villa rêvée
Crevés de n'être que de l'encre sur le
Doigt d'un greffier une

straight to Coachella
Everything that I drop, man, it turn to platinum Come to think of it, I don't gotta drop a album

I told a young n***a, just listen,

Blind Mice

Digital Underground

Who Got the Gravy?

1998

of lotto tickets
A fat stack from way back cause she's pack rat

[Shock-G]
Mother Goose hit me on the cell phone, said granny
Got her healthcare pulled, had

the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's

caught rats
Last one was a squealer
Now I'm mashing my work like Nina
I take take the top shelf in the shop
Like a reefer
But I ain't ever been taught by

Street Lourd, N.I.R.O.
2013, on les, on les baise

J'ai averti toute la Terre que j'allais tout baiser
Y'a que les rats qui m'ont cru
Je suis un de

Keep dreaming of them plaques
I got bigger plans
Than the average man
Started off by flipping pack
So i'm just gon stack up all this money
Till my bank

Yo, Akala, listen who's the Gangsta?
We claim gangsta
Hip hop tells us we're gangsta
But do we make the straps and the scales?
Or just pack the jails

Streets Is Watchin'

Lil Wayne

We Are Young Money [Clean]

2009

the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl
Holla, Cash rules everything around me
So

on the ceiling, I'm the anti-villain
Raised in the time Wea we eat or start to rumble
Album number 4, sit back n remain humble
Off the set, count up the dead,

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

Compton Compton

The Game

Untold Story

2004

N.W.A.'s home
Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up

In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena
Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers
We

to me better know we keep a tag
Trynna make a Business For myself and keep a bag 
Finna take the table move a piece n kill a rat

No rats over here
Just

at the game, they gotta be slaves
This shit ain't never gon' stop
Niggas turn rats, you thinkin' like, "How was he raised?"
I used to trap in the rain, thank

a wanna be
Me at the top what they don't wanna see
My twin OT doin that biology
Pack touched down fiends say it's quality
Get it gone by the weekend

the cake, weigh it on scales
All else fails, we put the packs on whales
We like Chanel, you'll never get this Crack on sale
We cut the rat from it's tail

a half
And made it somethin
Don't need these bitches
I'm surrounded by da junkies
Won't hold that choppa
If that bitch don't hold 100
Won't point no finger

n***a needed another 4 arm
Damn you gone do while yo kid in the stroller
He cut the tv on & passed the remote controller
Bust the pack the house filled

Who wan come try, dis-respect
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)
Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy ohh

The champagne drink, rock-n