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I be wit the killers, I be by myself
I be gettin' money, I be by myself
I stay in designer, I be by myself
It ain't hard to find me, I be by

but they don't want smoke, what's up wit em now
Aye, what's up wit em now, aye, what's up wit em now
Aye, gimme the pound, you know I blow by the pound

in'na- Phantom, yuh, uh-yuh, yuh)

(I'm wit' it, who wit' it?)
(I'm wit' it, who wit' it?)
(I hit, then I quit it)
(You wanna get me hard-)

I got zero

'm blowing
You can hit those lights on me but SEE I keep on coastin
Too much funk off in dis trunk for me to stop my motion
Cali Crunk that super skunk shit

clique I pop my shit nigga don't get hit by the hit man
They don't wanna play with the big man
Nigga make mo noise den a big band
Yea I gotta got hard with

Wussup Wit the Luv

Digital Underground

The Body-Hat Syndrome

1993

Yes I'm in love with you
(I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got your thang?)
Yeah, man, I'm strapped let's go hit 'em

It blows my mind to see so many

Do It

T.I.

I'm Serious

2001

you bouncing on my dick and grindin' slow wit yo ass
Hit the v.i.p. wit me I po' some moe' fo yo ass
Just so I can see you out there bouncing yo ass

'm living
I'm fly when I hit it
That bitch is a jumpoff
I'm minding my business
Ask god for forgiveness
You look at this shit
I'm sipped out and fine with

can’t wait to catch him slippin like some socks on his feet
Even in the middle of the summer hit yo ass wit the heat
I just might pop up with that fye

no tide, permanent stain
Tamed, flamed, we are not the same
Leave you in the dust with an ankle sprain
Wausau, Madison, different planes
Hit a one

slow 
So I copped all em snap crackle pop 
Bars
Yo favorite snack
But you far from a taste 
Fall from ya grace

ch
I don't rock wit you
(But ya know by

you talkin bout ya last (hey yeah)
Scared when I hit the dash (hey) girl but say you wanna live fast (hey)
I'm surrounded by bad girls (hey) wanna do me

They like SG a young nigga
I bet he don't he buss triggers
Man why would I fuck wit you

Wassup wit you
Told gang to go hit you
They hit ur bro, so

don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I

Top tier take your top off
Lot of hot sauce
Salt and pepper prawns with the bokchoy
Yea yea
Since a juvenile been a hot boy yea yeah
Since a juvy I

Now yo bitch gon' hit me
I've been gettin racks on racks all day
Movin' wit the pack, gotta stack, always
"Let me hit it from the back", and she like

rich 

Jus cuz I give u time
Don't mean I ain't got shit to do

Jus cuz u let me hit 
Don't mean ima leave my bitch for u 

I ain't wit none of that cap

You on’t really want no war
Wit us
You on’t want me
Have to go and call my boys n****
Big homie hit my line
Like what’s poppin
N**** on the turf
Twin

Something's Wrong

Young Zee

Disposable Arts

2001

Matter of fact, go get 'em, you'll just be layin' on the floor wit' 'em
Lookin' up at me talkin' 'bout: "Why you let the fo-fo hit 'em?
I really don't

Grinding
I'm blinded
By the money
Crawl out of bed in the morning
Turn the beat up time to floor it
My mortgage 
Late before can't afford it 
How

'm losing the lighter
I'ma adapt throw me into the fire
I get inspired whenever I'm higher
I turnt to kinfolk wit the supplier
I know that you see us we

like I'm a pimp I get chips
You know we don't do no trippin if you want we take a trip
I switch bitches and my whips
Switch outfits after I hit
Might be

main
All up in the game
Like

I'm mixing fire with fire
I'm mixing fire with ice
I'ts hot like pepper with spice
Girls looking really nice
I'ma hit her

Get on My Hype

Messy Marv

Bandannas, Tattoos & Tongue Rings

2005

Minks in the summer
Air Force's in the winter
Green and blue pills wit the birds in the center
Yeah, it's on and crackin'
I hit the sideshow wit