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a Zapruder flick (yeah)
Too rude for ya rudiments
Who convinced you you could move against the crew?
In this, comin' up through the fence
Off shore outta

wit the s****
Ya boy caught a wave, I ain't worried bout no fish, ya weight lite
Tell the preacher, say a prayer for my haters, yah
Pack leaders, don't

wit the shits
Ya boy caught a wave, I ain't worried bout no fish, ya weight lite
Tell the preacher, say a prayer for my haters, yah
Pack leaders, don't

wit the shits
Ya boy caught a wave, I ain't worried bout no fish, ya weight lite
Tell the preacher, say a prayer for my haters, yah
Pack leaders, don't

Have my rent for the month fly!

It’s Ark yeah, Ay

Lowkey I’m drama-safe
Smoking weed and comic blaze
Rocking shows in outta state
Beast Coast

coming back down girl Down girl
I got my feet on the ground girl Ground girl
I'll catch ya when your crashing down Girl down girl
Get outta the clouds

out on friday nights
I ain't feelin' right
I sacrifice so when I step up to the mic
I hit that bitch until it falls outta sight
I'm tryna change my life

pictures
See I'm insane in the brain, I got no shame twisted
Y'all niggaz gone listen when the pain kicks in, Reaper out
Straight outta killer Queens
Take ya

won't be long, shawty)
Don't forget, -get, to remember me (ay, don't forget shawty)

They say, outta sight's out of mind
And nine times, out of ten,

The sheep misinformed, it's so silly brooooooo
I know, I know

Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay

You fuckin' whore get the fuck outta my face
Ain't no loaded gun

I Get Money

50 Cent

Curtis [Clean]

2007

When I come outta court, yeah, I pop the cork
I keep it gangsta, I have ya outlined in chalk
In the hood if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya I'm about

Ya you know what to do
You outta know automatically
Automatically

Everyone's contained and it seems hopeless
I'll refrain from losing all of my mind

want their bread
Trespassed on my block what a stupid test
the funds still pending off with his head
Ifs karmas real ur dead
You made my heart real weak

Check My Swag

Chingy

Hate It or Love It [Clean]

2007

grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag

Check my swag,

Ay
Ay
Ay yeah yeah
I was 16
Actin' twice my age
That's 32
Witta .38
I got shit to prove
And a point to make
I want kilograms
Fuck Uncle Sam
Tryna tax

here for bigger schemes

Cold life
The desert 40 nights
Where's ya stripes
Better find ya fight
Hold on tight
Creepin outta sight
Pray to God
To make it

always a quarrel

But some shit changed and now I'm cravin the calm times
Shit gotta outta line, my life I wanted to quantize
Human beings are strange, all

Drae and 'meer in the back (In the back)
Totin' them semis (Huh?)
I ran up my bag and I'm shoppin' at Fendi (At Fendi)
Ay', ay', ay', ya bitch like J.R.

F*ck Da City Up

T.I.

Fuck Da City Up

2012

[Chorus]
This for my niggas on the block dodging one time
Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
Put ya middle fingers in the air one time

fuckin' 'em up like that, throw me my strap man
I want these fools to feel me

Reverend, would you put some blessin' oil
On my head and hear me
I'd never

I'm sayin, outta here
Ay but it's going down cuz it's '94 you
Know by 2000 niggas gon' get fed up
(Amerikka Eatz Itz Young)
(Amerikka Eatz Itz Young)

cool but don't get outta line
Uh
Feeling like im fine huh
I've been climbing up but I ain't in my prime
Na
Breaking all this bread
Hit a level up now I'm

ya bitch to the grotto she swallow
Give her charity Ronald McDonald
Her head moving like she hit a pothole
I'm with my dawgs we ducking them blues they

on the sheet to remind ya
No cap like a visor
I add up the money
Don't at my suppliers
Bitch smell the roses
OutKast I'm dope Spottieottie
Flow cuz I'm grown by