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too late okay
Pre hook
This the one they can’t take
Regardless can no one imitate
When you real you just tolerate fake
Thin line between love

dese b****ez showing Ti**is 
Real Mob Ties 
I got the OG and the Gottis (Gang)
Wit me

Tryna be a Young Thug 
That'll get F***ed up (Bow)
I'm Trippie

means
We Gone Eat
Ask around town
We dont play around
Smell the smoke in the air
That's them Chopper Rounds
Like Rick Ross and Jeezy
Everyday I'm hustling

do it do it do it
Bitch do it
I want a nigga yeah a real boss
Like he rick Ross
One that never really tripping
On what hair cost
I need fendi by

get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks,

get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks,

BNK

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Collection, Vol. 1

1998

so my soul 
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A 
30.06

the hood had you
You like a $599 meal special
They said, "Pap, you need help
You special"
No I'm not, that's really how bitches be
My bitch be real as real

Rap & Sex

Fabolous

The Young OG Project

2014

sex (x2)
All I do is Rap & sex (x3)
Pussy got me screaming, Meek Mill flow (Ho!)
Spray it like Mase (aha), speak real slow
You with a boss one, Rick

just to get with her
Make me feel like you an Indian giver

[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
I'm getting money I could never be the same
New address, but

Now I can feel my heart unfreezing
Little by little but feel so blessed
Its time to go up
Maybe too much jay-walking
Now I'm on the runway
Maybe too

don't want love from the bitch but she keep askin what are we now
Lil bitch must be senile ian goin
She love the rockstar shit I fuck the bitch in my rick

And one day you'll manage (You'll manage)
Rejects, emotionally damaged, you kids
Need a shrink, let me call Rick Moranis
(Okay) want to get a crib in

So What

Field Mob

Light Poles and Pine Trees

2006

in the street
But you're my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
I love the thug in ya
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for ya

I never had a father figure
I was raised by the thugs
And the drug dealers
- That's why I love niggas!
Until they place me in my casket
Guess I'll be

me in my Benz put your L's up,
dat mean you got love for me and you care bra.
So many years of rough rhymes got dem lovin Boo,
and I'm a real thug

at my table
Don't need to know what you bring
I got it all by myself
I ain't ask for a thing
In a room full of freaks
I'm just wanting a King
I mean is

whatever
That's forever
Told me turn it up
I hit the switch and pulled the lever
They lost I'm like Rick Ross
I'm tryna get rich forever
Nigga we gon' get

Authentic real with vision
I got love Intentions
Got that ayyyyyaaa
Yeah-yeah yea
I'm way too fired up!
Got ayyyyyaaa
Yeah-yeah yea
I'm way too fired up!
I

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

As a boss, I don't need anybody's concern
As a boss, I spend my days at different taverns, yeah
My reputation is saucy cos I love everything classy
I like

I might just dick her
You should've known I don't fight my nigga, but it's too late do better with your life my nigga
Now you know how to fly my

a couple mil too
The fuck you think I'm doing this shit for man come on

Where I'm from you gotta keep a gun
More money more love so you better get you some

like Rick Ross
Took his man life had to even the odds
Ran off on da plug, I finessed all da bars
Hit him wit the slug, hollow tip eat his jaw
Ima be rich