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alone cause the squad ain't made no punk
Don't try to rob no robber or hit no hitter telling you right now dawg
I ain't going for nothin
Mmm hmm cause

Paystyle

Too Short

Paystyle [Cassette Single]

1995

fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio

frustrations
now she's four months ready to hit the bus station
if i was still in that shit wit her made me rob her
told her friends, â??DMX is my baby's

So I shot his ass
Hit the wrong nigga's mama, but I got his ass
Did he leave on a stretcher or a body bag?
Pussy nigga tried to rob but
I bucked

we fuck, we hit the club and shit
I step, I swang, then I hit my shit
Didn't come by myself
But I'm leavin' with a different bitch
And vibe out to Lil

100 Bars

Canibus

2000 B.C. [Clean]

2000

So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel 

Briusin' niggas, confusin' niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens 
Hit you with

Heard you on the gram acting up thinking you tough
Tell that lil boy he pussy, he ain't want no war with us
We ain't scared to hit you up, play

this whole city on lock
Cause my album's hot
And I know that y'all been waitin' a while
So I'mma hit you with this Full
Metal Jackit like Private Pyle,

sinnin', I'm winnin' (winnin')
I'm Dennis Rodman (Rodman)
Hit a bitch with a mean lil' fadeaway (fadeaway)
Ayy, bitch, you not my type, tell her "stay

I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you

a dead man)
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
(Marked for death lil nigga!)
I'm a fill you up wit lead, from now on you are

But when it comes to your joy the game tends to rob it
So what do you do?
What do you choose?
In between dreams and you taking a chance on losing your

that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy

your mama going to therapy
And cut her throat
You lil' sister walking home from school
I abduct her, then I fuck her
I hit ya park close up with

we gone rob em
These new glocks with a switch i brought em hop out them murders we caused em
Lil bitch we still smoking the dead opps getting sky high

every time I'm by you!

This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)

Brown Crowd

Lil Rob

Crazy Life

down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown
It's Lil' Rob the Chicano and proud one 
Competition none {beat stops}
But wait

a chop in the cut and he dumpin'
I Call up lil Jugg and got percs by the dozen
Lil Ahk Janky that beam on yo muffin

Call Ahk and you know that he janky

Lil Kuzi made a album, yea really
Fucked around yea I made myself a milly
You know I get money and its stacking
Turn it up now the speakers yea they

with A side-step
Don't know what hit em cause Kidaho side-crept
Pull out my guns I ain't talking no biceps
God damn shoot A lil bitch, he talk down shoot

with A side-step
Don't know what hit em cause Kidaho side-crept
Pull out my guns I ain't talking no biceps
God damn shoot A lil bitch, he talk down shoot

finger looking like po
Were nearing the end of the album
This is it
We boutta hit yall with 3 more hot verses
And then love yis and leave yis
Its been real

smoked him in my Robins
Rob a nigga dark night, like Gotham
That nigga is trash, and LeBron he floppin'
I already knew that the lil'
Nigga was a bitch

juice I'm leaning off drank
All them backwoods and dutches get filled with that stank

He could probably get hit by the end of the day

I been chilling