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boys 
Give em no choice
HBIC
Head bitch in charge
HBIC
Head bitch in charge
Run quick see
Who be making that noise
Running them boys
Give em no choice

really doing bad,
He think he really getting money, boy not that's not a bag,
My youngin on a roxy (Rocsi) think he hosting 106,
I been looking at a hawk,

doing drills
All that bucking tell them boys, hop up in the field
I'm flashing out, popping pills, you know what it is
Say when I catch him, ima pill em

The road to getting is very lonely
I pray my n****s really got me
Cos I swear Imma keep 'em boys around me
Most of the time
Money only thing thats on my mind

flicked us in that vette, I bet you we gone get lost
Crying by the bitch, aw, shit, you need some panties
Got that work in, sell these perk 10s to your

Young G's

The Notorious B.I.G.

No Way Out

1997

real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga

neck, That get your brother hit
Ain't giving' no ounce of respect

We can shoot' it out kodak the flic
That boy a counterfeit, fumblin' Adjusting his lens

hard
I tell you niggaz that we go hard
All the hoes dey smile at us
I tell you niggaz that we go hard yeah tell em
I tell you niggaz that we ball hard

should've stayed in his place
Fuck the Jake's, care about no case
Tell them, free my uncle
Bet not play with me
Boy, that ain't safe
They know that we gon'

What You Call That

French Montana

Coke Boys 4

2014

Boys, bitch you know about 'em (yeah ho)
I be jumpin' on you niggas from the dot (yeah ho)

Look at my wristwatch, what you call that?
Swollen with

  you knew what I knew‚ boy
You wouldn't try me
Price on your head, boy‚ go get that body
Let's get to that money
Let's get to this money
These  all dirty

say it's your boy Bow Weezy
And that boy Chris Breezy
And that boy O Eezy
Man, you know you got you a hit bow Weezy
Your boy Chris Breezy your boy O

niggas
I done been in there before
And I ain’t going back there no more
On the inside hoping that your Niggas outside give a fuck or care at All
Tell em

into, And like it I’m 
Well done and my boy need a bail bond from a place give a fuck bout yo age if he  
Wanna gun we gon make sure we get one tell that

On my army shit, we be Marchin all day
On that legal shit, I'm a get a jag chain
Boy we lock you up, got you singing chain gang
Give em UBI, I'm on that

Baby Makin' Hips

Fantasia

Fantasia

2006

Watch when they walk by
Guys get the wondering eye
They rather get smacked then not look back
Tell you what's up with that

They see that wobble

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

winning every fight
I walk by faith and not by sight
I know you see me shining bright I got that light that you can't dim Gave my life over to Christ, he

a smile and get my flirt on
Be flaggin' 'em down
Tell them girls to slow that ass down in my work zone
Walkin' by wit' my head held high
My neighbors be

out that spot tryn run up them extras
If you thinking bout robbing bet not tryn tell you
Met with the plug told him i will not fail you
Couple Ps in

(CashMoneyAp)
(VanDough)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
Niggas hatin’, I’m just screamin’, oh well (That’s oh well)
I’m movin’

to expect yo
But ima show yall how to come correct tho

I cruise the town, with my music loud
U can tell by the way that I move around
If u dnt know what I

front porch
And I like the way he leaves 'em sittin' by the screen door
That's how I know that he's home and he's all mine
Oh, he's why

Girls like

The Show Goes On

Lupe Fiasco

The Show Goes On/Words I Never Said

2011

Strip to Detroit
Say hip-hop only destroy
Tell em' look at me, boy!
I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a D-boy

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