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Bosses and them murkers 
Owning Benz's and range rovers 

Move that coke I enna by the morning 
That's how I'm flowing 

Most of these rappers fake

me da give me the 
Give me da dough nigga
I'm working I'm working
To get all da dough nigga
Give it up give it up
Give me da dough nigga
Give me da

Lamborghini noise, You can't fuck wit Beamer Boys
All black forces kickin' doors, we ballerina spinnin' yours
I spin da dash I see dem boys, we not no kids we

Birds in the trap
Sell it by the sac
Baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
Wanna fly my dick
She in the cockpit
100 on the dash ain no stoppin
Wakin

Verse1:

Look. With so much drama in R-A-P/
It's kinda hard being G dash M-O Skee but I/
Made a list of all the shit I aint fuckin wit/
And if you

We ain't gotta tell nobody
Baby you're the life of the party arty
Park the Audi on the ave
Shawty know I'm in my bag
Throw my fitted on the dash
Got

a long time For sho
Get it made how I hit it 
Now I'm on my grind 

Left everything I had wit it  
Starting over never mean 
Ya never had it 
Find ya

Hit the Dash on em 
Hit the dash on em 

Hit the Dash on em 
Hit the dash on em
12 try and pull me over 
Hit the gas on em 

Aye yeah 
Really they

Died over ecstasy 

Feds wanna catch me wit glock 
Broke niggas all they do is talk 
Popping every shot bankrolls can't stop  
Setting up by the shop got

(Go, Go, Go,)
(I'm wit jay inns bitch)
(Y'all know I'm comin)
(Aye t me up)
(I'm finna slide)
(Go, Go
We slide wit gens, this 5 gon hit his taco

me
Cuz I do not know ya
I work by my lonely
I'm good as a loner
I walk around wit a chip on my shoulder
Was tryna get rich
When they told me it's over

4 Alarm Blaze

M.O.P.

First Family 4 Life

1998

me 

Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me 

Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to 

I'm from the field where the covers are

Break the Dash
Lyrics by Jesse Blaze Snider

Here I am for the world to see, if I didn’t act crazy, I just wouldn’t be me. If you don’t stand out,

Undisputed

Ludacris

Strength in Numbers

by the heat but,eh, we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya,
So Cater coroner, I'll show up to yo funeral wit some gators like I'm fresh outta Florida,

Pistols Blazin

Dru Down

Stackin Chips

1997

about us
'Cause we was all on the news
Fo' Mobb-Style murders
I crack a fool on top of his head
Wit' a strap
Told his bitch to come over here
She

I get it over wit


Bullshit you should know I'm bout that all the time 
Yo' clique is not as deep but yet yo circle ain't as small as mine
Ain't no

and I'm bein' the same me
You coulda had Gucci, but now that's Old Navy
And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby

Girl, why are you playin' wit

the soda
Peeing ciroc cuz I hate being sober
I fuck by the 2 so my nickname is Noah
I'm on fire n I just can't stop, I roll up the woodz just to get more

FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras]	Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can]	Four swordsmen
[Ras]	From the land

Swag bombs in the sky, here I come
Swag bombs in the sky, it's all over me

If I don't fuck wit' you then, I don't fuck wit' you now
I was fuckin'

We can hop in my ride 
120 on the dash lil shawty I fly
We was blowing on the pack and now she wanna stay high
Only put it under wraps when we cross

All goblins don't want to clash up wit my clan
Put the  racks over my head I got the upper hand
I be stretching through the hunnids cuddy like a rubber

Uh
Dash came from servin up them grams
I don't think you understand
I was tryna be the man (uh uh uh)
Damn shawty came in wit her man
I don't think

mask wit the chop
Where I'm from we known to smash on the opps
Pop the stash or do the dash from the cops
Drop a top. He lost his mans from the pops
Fuck