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the trap like Nicki said got the joint jumpin like Kris Kross
No lie I take no loss
When it's competition I go soft
I get around let the toast off
Make me

This song was manifested by myself and many others

I've been getting so high
I don't wanna come down
Back to the ground
I've been getting so high
I

strong
Forever young but grown
Run to the money I'm gone
By any means if it's right or wrong

Clouds cover the skies on the Northside
City lights hit

teeth
I throw bullets like a QB, go deep
Cause when I blast rounds
It'll be your last down
(Pratt, prattt, pratt) , be the last sound
That you ever hear

I'm finna cop some Rick Owen's
Imma go shop at Chanel
Imma get my stick loaded
Yuh
I'm finna cop some Rick Owens
Imma go shop at Chanel
I'm finna get

Y'all already know
Lights cameras action

Let's go
Wish death upon me, I'm feeling like many man
Told her that I'm coming in a second
Wait a minute, man

a way on which he could escape when drive bys were being pulled on the dot at 7:48 If you heard a gun shot than it was too late you'll hear the sound

surrounded by these clowns they ain't down to be ya friends 
I know the feeling I been smacked in the face for No reason
By bitches low self-esteem hoping that

Gimme that wet that neck, bae I need a towel
Wipe me down, pipe it up
Backstrap light it up, when I rap hype me up
Ride the beat I'm in clutch, crash

Yeah, let's go
New whip going out of control
Give me my tens, I led the light when it was going dull
My mental state been up and down here lately, I

its dedicated, to the creatives

Poppers, lockers, b girls, b boy … Can’t forget the Jit dancers in Detroit

Harlem get light, the Bay go dum. A Town

arm up
N Rick Jamesz
I get to clappin mah hand
Like im finna go insane
Lil mama wanna marry me
Jus gimme some brain
Im grippin, grippin tha grain
Lemme

No we must see him.
Mandy:        Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2:   We were led by a star.
Mandy:        Led by a bottle, more

like Sinclair (yeah yeah)
I might pin a bitch down like Rick Flair
(woo) and don't worry about a ting
'cause the tings there
Yeah the tings there
And I'm

take ya bitch bro
(Info)
I'ma hit a liq I need the info
(Sticks go)
We was down south servin' Sysco
(Tempo)
I'ma hit the beat I need the tempo
(Limbo)

man show
Hands sweatin' heart racin' gotta take it slow

Down ol' Sandstone, Sandstone Mountain
If you're headed east, you better take it light
Down ol'

she wanna be shorty
Breaking her back when she wake she feel forty
Might step in some ricks I ain't talking about no Morty
Might fuck and forget about

Flavor for the Non Believes

Mobb Deep

Juvenile Hell

1993

skins, light up, and then I smoke a Phil' 
You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent 
I'm not good, I'm livin like a hood 
And when I kick

bitch wanna lick it I told her go
Her new man said he want some smoke
Walk down with a stick and I'll let it blow

Walk down with a stick let it blow
Are

so they brag
Point me to men I'm tryna shag (uhhh)
I got slutty rick tank tops
My huge cock is wanted by ops
Spent lotta money in sex shops
Without men

Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me

Lights off no talking on this night
Swinging off like I'm lost in a fistfight
Lights off like a boss up on this mic
Rick Ross when I'm talking my

Dracos)
When I touch down to Houston I'm slidin' with Draco (Dracos)
Put a bag on your head you gon' die if I say so (say so)
Better stay real close

like em all
He inlove by today
He gone by tomorrow

I go big on any bitch
So what you wanna do
If you talking out yo neck
I make you front yo move