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Lil Mama

Vyp - Voice of the Young People

2007

roll up freshen up at a food concession
Can't talk to strangers
I wanna ask em questions
Saw a woman cryin'
Boy face the fence
I don't wanna go

By any means necessary, it's about to get scary
Call all your friends, tell em come in a hurry
Word on the street, is these niggaz got plex
So y'all

Avoiding hoe's, no award shows? they been asking
Where the boy go, can he even pay his taxes?
Only lord knows where he do to get the dough
50 tell it buck is

we up
How you floss so much?
Got a whip that cost so much?
Keep it cool but never show as much
Able to cuff miss such and such
I tell em eat a dick

(hello)
She with ten jawns, I'm with ten niggas
You know the gang fuckin' the rest (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tell 'em to come to the section, they pull up no

shit
'Cause I done been shot at by many men
They had hope but he died in a ambulance
They was shook when I hopped out that minivan
Had those boys

always get they shit split
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crazy ass Crooklyn kids
'Cause they always throwin a body on my lawn
I'm gettin' a Rott-weiler, without a collar
Get off my block boy and give me

better check in
I ain't talkin' no lobby
Tryna fuck up a sack
Me and money was trippin'
I hit the block and tell 'em
Brick no walkin' no skippin
I'm

a punch
Told Dee put the steak down
He working up a gut
Apple jack breakfast but I'm finna
Turn 'em in by lunch
Bitch told me pull up on her then
She got

I done did a lot of fucked up shit on my time on the planet
But I couldn't tell you what regret taste like, no
If you fuck with the Doctur, you

So I step into the place with a b-boy lean
You know, fresh, clean and dressed to kill
I lean against the wall and survey the scene
Music's on, I

let's go, alright, hit Vaughn
There you go, all the way
Boy, shoot it, shoot it, shoot it

I wrote this on an Amsterdam canal
I rode a wave and left

choked
That boy ain't squeeze
Fifteen racks a day, I'm tryna make cheese
This rap shit workin' out, sick I came wheeze
In the trap puttin' O's on the clock

Yeah real
Real, real, real real, real
Yeah i'ma tell y'all 'bout 'em

I knew a killer named Pluggo
Kept a smile on his face
Thumped the bouncer in

like, "Uh"
Wave cap got me feelin' like Guapdad
All I do is respond to how I'm mad
It gets funnier the more that you front (more that you front)
Boy

little from my Uncle Hamilton
He was a noble man
Huh shit, we were the coldest fam!
Deep in the pockets of every older man
Younger boy, girl or child
Took

U-RITE

They.

U Rite

2017

trick me the jig is up
Level up, bitch, like uh, evidently you don't
Little boy ain't no chump
Real niggas don't say nothing
I'mma roll up my skunk,

couldn't tell you half the shit that I be doin'
In ya hood more than you are, keepin' the brand movin'
G's on our heads but we the ones doin' the shootin'

francophone
Tell em' where the fuck I'm from

J'te demanderai jamais pardon
J'demanderai jamais pardon
J'ai fait des conneries comme un sale con
Maintenant j'le

a hundred years my family's been here barely scraping by
We just some good old country folk
Just trying to weather the storm
Papa's gonna pay when

Lust

Janelle Kroll

Collection One

2018

the motive, gotta' tell them what the mode is
Hopin' I can stay alive in the moment
Still got my mind made up
You don't wanna' see the fuck I'm made of
Boy

Welcome to Detroit City

DJ Green Lantern

Shady Times: Invasion, Pt. 1

2007

Until his blood bleeds
Past tense, back then niggas had some sense
BENZINO!
Your skills not equal
I got your busta tucked right by my nuts bruv [aha!]
I

65 Mustang

Five for Fighting

Live: Back Country [CD/DVD]

2007

She's my time machine
She's my rolling memory
She's my family
And I love her so

She knows my secrets well
But her back seat won't ever tell