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of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

call me Queen 
Or you can call me Bae
Just don't call me basic
Baby I slay
You can call me one time
That's ok
*But If you call me twice
I betta be

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So

The Corner

The Last Poets

The Corner

2005

The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So

Yeah woah (Cooking I'm burning this things smelling)
Yeah let's get it

I'll make it simple it's all basics understand me
I made it easy for God

We gon empty the place, like the Taliban
Your bitch at college, she getting dicked by the D1s
Just ran out exotic, I need to hit the Bumfeet plug
If it

He for the streets
I ain’t wasting no mo time on you   my nigga this a lesson , 
He for the streets
He for the streets
He for the streets

When niggas

Mo cash mo 
Mo bands mo
Mo racks mo
Mo dibas mo x2 (dibas is south african slang for money)
( dibas is short madiba, nelson rholihlahla  mandela’s

be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like

Let's take it to the basics
Let's take it to the basics
Let's take it to the
I came from the gutters
When hardship pulls up just stay cool, calm

I’m all about the cream
What you mean
I mean cho
I mean doe
Nigga I need mo
Nigga what you mean
Legal tender sufficient funds stacking money by the ton

Do the Right Thang

Spike Lee

Theater of the Mind

2008

with a blooded nose
Street survivor or survivor of the streets! (streets!)
And only the strong survive, there's no survival for the weak! (weak!)

where i sleep, now give me my key

[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with

guard when I'm on the phone with the power arm
The jab carry the conversation you cower from
Basic training at fort mo report ho
Hey it ain't nothing but

Street), but a North Memphis baby (baby)
Switches hit him, leave him lazy (grrt, boom, boom)
Cut him off by his navel (boom)
Still servin' the neighbors

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred

see L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp see
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we first

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred

See L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp see
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we

I like green 20's pink 50's Blue 100's
Trap jumping don't hit my it ain't bout money
I'm talking INT and TBE that's mo money
I don't punch no clock I

toking dreams so good got me
Floating
Woke up to a blue dream
And some big faces
I don't move like the crowd yall
Too basic
Put the pressure heavy on them

in the streets
I ain't ready for no goosebumps
Pull up in the Lamborghini
Make them talk say I too bam
It's prolly destined for me
(Prolly destined for

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Brand new laces
Fresh pair of jeans, pocket full of blue faces
And I ain't rockin' nothin' basic
Vanilla Rollie on my wrist