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of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand 
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even

How to Rob

50 Cent

In Too Deep [Original Soundtrack]

1999

just buggin' the fuck out
Enough of that shit, it's time to O.D, one time
But y'all could take it how you want it, word

Ayo the bottom line is I'm

Check

Nas

Creed II: The Album

2018

(M-M-M) Michael Williams
Renzel Ravioli (woo!)
(Hahaha) ugh (M-M-M) 
This some country western shit right here (huh!)
(Yeah!) Like Quentin

SONG: GOT TO EAT

ARTIST: STEPHEN ALLEN MUSIC

PRODUCED BY: STEPHEN ALLEN MUSIC

TEMPO: 79BPM

KEY: Emin

STRUCTURE: INTRO H V H V H V H

(INTRO)

sent his son for us to step in[00:23.55]Just like lazarus stepped out[00:25.64]It's not about getting good grades[00:27.11]Or even winning by

Versace [Remix]

Drake

Back in Toronto

2013

my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' that lingo, man, this for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando

Never seen a thick white chick with white kids
That's just the way that life is
No one in the city made no shit like this
No one in the city gave you

Michael, way too many hanes
Can't be the shit
Surrounded by shit stains
Can't stomach me cuz I'm that pain
I'm Omari & you're seeing a Ghost, Taylor Dane

milestone
Jim Morrison on the needle dose
Paul Walker on a pink slip race
Asian girl give me Suki head on a Kill Bill grace
I'm Michael Vick with the OJ Myth

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by

nigga that done been around the world sixty-one times (I want you for very long)
Coke Boy, baby

I was pushing that H by the izzo (by the izzo)
I was

Lately

Devlin

No. 5 Collaborations

2011

of flowers that breathe
Jet-lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep
Although my blood shot whites and irises they never find any
Clock stops at times

some niggas off
I had some dirty ass friends
32 dirty birds and they white
Look like Michael Jackson
Try me with the fuck shit
Then my animals attack 'em

Was spit on at the hospital when suffocated by the doctors
Michael was sniped at six at night, precisely by a laser
Mac Miller died pleadin' for his

rock with us
This for the moshpitters
Bang bang Godzilla
Michael Jackson not thriller
Point em out Ill kill em
Name one Im realer
Never been Seinfelder

dreams don’t follow sleep
She want that that’s all me
Came out the mud with that shit
I say it one time but that’s it
Ain’t no lane they can penetrate
Me

her to toot it

Ride wit a cutie I trap out the cutie I get it by Monday it’s gone by Tuesday 



X2)
Bitch I’m the plug, 
I got it all out the mud,

to 5 
Make you come and live my life 
Oo, dick her good and make her hit the "uh" 
Stroking back and forth like Michael Phelps 
I got dark and white like

the bags
I done went blind goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass (gangsta)
Tell my shooters, "count me out", and I end up doin' the math (D6, Gansta Rizzeal)
I

your audience is bitches
And white boys mostly, niggas know a verse from Cole
Be like a signed Michael Jordan rookie card in mint condition

drive by we jump out and dump where you grind
Excuse me I meant to say where you spend time
You too scared to hustle you're just wasting time
I used

I do it all by myself
I feel like I don't need nobody else
Keep to myself I don't ask for no help
Standing tall I see the top of the shelf
Ten toes

When they found you on the edge of the road
You had a pistol underneath your coat
But it all started back in '79
Your mother used to work from sunset

Haha
You niggas still mad?
I got a rich white bitch
All my niggas strapped good luck if you think scoring.
Rich white bitch she let me drive up in