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this shit is lit
No need for a bitch
No need for a bic
I'm tryna get rich
Muscle off the rip
Somethin' on my hip
Pull right from the hip
It's too late

donny brasco need to cali coat nigguh
I'm sick and tired of dissing
You hoes on these cd's
I'm bout to start dissing you
Hoes on my dvd's


I'ma start

Everything

Method Man

4:21... The Day After

2006

the pain and now I'm hurting them, pa
Hurting them, pa

Up from the thirty-six, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip

Yeah, I'm feeling lit
I put a three-five in a 'Wood, higher than a bitch, huh
Yeah, I'm feeling lit, ooh

I'm feeling lit (boom)
I put

tryna be Mitch
I got my Nina and I got my burner call em lilo and stitch

I got nine like shots in the clip
Let if off like a boss from inside of the whip

to my woods boy and hop off in these sticks

We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy
Them

on a opp we Dora explore it, ay
YG from the streets, YG went legit (ay)
YG lit, YG start a business with yo' bitch (ay)
Fifty bitches flew to Cabo, YG

gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y'all

down south at my concerts I'm packin em in
and you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand

(H.A.W.K.)
down south candy paint bumper grill
and to be

the stick from the clip, bitch, you're found
I put a stick in the ground, like a founder
I love money, so she want me around her
Caught her putting ten bands

the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I

This is Family

Fabolous

From Nothin' to Somethin'

2007

these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get

gonna make it far with a clip joint
Make a mistake and you lit up like at gun point
Where you live? What you make? Where you come from?
All these

from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams

meal on food stamps nigga.

Heard they left a nigga out da mix, 
Guess it's from a lack of manners (rude) 
Shoot a film a dump a clip (bow) 
Pixelate em

OG pulled up on the scene in a wig
When you running from the Feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did

Big shit nigga I talk big shit
And my wrist lit yeah you know my wrist lit
All this jewelry, got me looking like a quick lick
Can’t catch me with

This Is Family

Fabolous

How to Be an MC, Vol. 45: Instrumentals

2007

these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get

I'm on my lonely can't tell me shit. That's why I'm rich. That's why I'm lit. This is how I'm rocking
I'm by myself. I'm off the grid. I'm on my

eats at the crib
We Anarchy lit
Built from the ground up you can't tell me shit
Straight from the pound wit my dogs off the rip
Went from rags to racks I

While rats going viral meet quick clips from silencers
These raps like shooters that’s rich niggas with ironed shirts
I ensure I insurge quick tips that I

cheese and chips
Flip gwop I grip
Blow a zip thot lip on my tip
Trip I unload the clip
All 'bout nacho cheese and chips
I'm not from this planet dawg I'm

go)
Stay winnen its champion season
Big glock and that bitch got a beam yea
Don't try me
Walk up might do drive by's yea
Stop playen my nigga I'm lit

precise with this hit
So if you gotta problem come and lemmi empty out this clip nigga
It's been a pattern but day by day an exploration
A way out with my