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it gets real
So keep one thing in mind if you seek to do us harm
It takes a long time for 5-0 show just know
We are all armed

Out by the county line

gonna drop
Il be out facing and hiding from cops
Bitch real cops, this no pop
This the real shit nigga this hip hop
Straight hip hop, fresh Rick Ross

you're cummin'
You're cummin' for me
745 like Rick Ross
I got all the money like I'm the boss
I got no chillin' inside of my veins
I'm in control of this

bussin  
Run up Onna squah, might load choppa at ya muffin 
Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two maybachs 
Hold dat rock don't trip don't

So I've spent this time just on my grind, hustlin' like Rick Ross
But now my head is clear, got no fear, and I'm ready
We have a good time, she feeling

either way you gon' be mine
Tell your ex to suck a dick I know he pissed off
Pockets gettin fat in these Amiris call them Rick Ross
I swear I wanna kiss

Okay They say I make a stick talk
Got em pissed off
Eddie James bitch I'm big dog 
Eating Rick Ross
I got bands in a duffle
Heard the feds got tipped

to a fucking cross
In my eyes Tabasco sauce
Meditation cross cross 
Eating pears Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross

Yes I got lip injections 
Yes

Dropa don nuh Rick Ross but him a the Boss
We teeth dem white like chalk yea we flass
Champagne glass ina hand wen we flass
An we youth dem flass wen we

bitch goin kick it,
Go that weight no fitness,
Say bitch just mind your business
Yea Yea
I got the drip sauce,
Pockets on rick Ross
We let that shit off,

to find peace of mind before this phone call
In about five minutes I'll be switching position and pulling  triggers 
But ricks do you really gotta do this

Torn [So So Def Remix; Bonus Track]

Mike Jones

LeToya

2006

you
And every time I think that it's over and done
You make me fall back in love
You got me just torn

[Chorus]

Rick Ross
I met her like

I floss ,
I'm on that healthy but my pockets chubby rick Ross,
I took some losses but that Shxt just come with being a boss,


My palms be itching I

I stay on my boss shii like Rick Ross shii
Gotta stack that Guap up until it a wrap
Money, older than B.I.G and Pac
I ain't going trip when I'm

Still Talkin Game

[Rick Ross:]
We Keep That White Girl, Like To Call Her Tamie
Born In Columbia, She Moved To Miami
Hilary Clinton, She My Bestfriend

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, ha
Ha
Bricks, bricks comin' in by the mail, we call it plug talk
Heard you get it for 25, nigga, cut your plug off

and that quartz shit
I smoke my weed then I toss it
Right in the trash then I torch it
Call me trouble maker coz I cause it
Cronik and that quart shit
My ego

you ain't seen nothin yet
You all in trouble next, I'm down about a hundred less, I finally got some money so don't hit me with that humble text
Smooth

grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When

and there ain't no fly shit in your closet
How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost
And Rick Ross just keep screaming "be a boss"
I need

up that shit hella crisscross
Ass fat rick ross
Getting bags from the stores 
Listen im the boss
Yall need to pass the torch
Yeah the done give it up

Bar for Bar

Chris Webby

Homegrown

2013

and the hash I'm hitting
Brain moving slower than Rick Ross' metabolism
I'm here to rap a rhythm, so why you saying shit (why)
So many fucking punch lines,

Rick Ross:

See it go like dis started what is
Made it to a burb now im da shit
Nigga thats my word pull up in da whip
See us on da curb hands

Looking for trouble stay on the interstate trooper
Spit false facts you animal popper scooper
Your rhymes sharp try again you a lil dull
You get ate up in