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know who to call
If you want it all
Lil student
Lil drop out
You know I stay
In my traphouse
Lil student
In my trap house
Timmy turner wish you off

her up
Grab the ransom it's a dub
Get the bag And kill his ass
We gone make the bitch crash
We hit the doe I dropped some mo
Kill his momma kill his bro

somewhere tropical
These people gonna know that I'm a monster doe
Soon as I drop
I ain't worried bout it, I'm a drop it
And then leave 'em all there just

I cant get up that golden ladder
I'm gonna shoot it down

Welcome to the horror show, NRA  singing  'Doe see doe'
Find a commie smash his face lets

trap dey the booty yen Ojoro (Ojoro)
By the way wey you dey go down
Down down malo payan o
Yeba yeba yeba
Lo lo oh lo oh lo oh eba
You got me breathless

(Holy Matrimony) Letter to the Firm

Foxy Brown

Ill Na Na

1996

shit that get your spot knocked by killer cops
Tryin' to get your shit rocked, he don't know, 'cause all along
We was plottin' to drop on the low, he

the city 
Gone drop down give me 50 
Pop it shake it on the pole 
Let me see you tootsie roll
Do it fast do it slow 
You want cash I got doe 

Thick bitch

Street Bullies

Ghostface Killah

Apollo Kids [Clean]

2010

souflee
M6, no top on it, toupee
Rubber grip, stainless steel, the night look gray
Yeah, this that fly shit, patch over the eye shit
Slick Rick, bruh,

punch you down
Das on the Grove
You know it's dumb with me
Every thing I drop it be a hit
Mr pull a M one
Binary Trigger on the stick
I'm bout action I

Shoulda watched what he said
His T was all white
But I turned it red
I looked in his eyes
That Nigga was scared
He wasn't Gangsta
He was tryna pretend
Don't

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

say, wassup back
And he just got a drop on a nigga who been talkin' that shit about Lil' bro and it's time to end that
Lil' bro like "fuck it, if that's

up my sleeve want the D minus me
I find it funny how the same chicks called me bumy call me for the money now move around
Silly hoes I got goals

deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like

Everything you do girl make you take control
Make my thing rise whenever you go low
Put it on me make I spend my doe
Cause bad
I fit to call you commando
Boog

Felony Niggas

The LOX

We Are the Streets

2000

Look at the world through a niggas eyes 
Don't be a bitch, you gonna live and die 
Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by 
I pray to god

chemically
She after doe so she into me
If i fucked on yo hoe well
We had chemistry
Maybe its simply we
Made a mistake bitch im meant to be
See i don't

chemically
She after doe so she into me
If i fucked on yo hoe well
We had chemistry
Maybe its simply we
Made a mistake bitch im meant to be
See i don’t

wind blows I hustle everyday, tryna stack that doe
Got my eyes on the prize, gotta stay low key
Am I allowed to go
Grew up in the ends in a game of life

here by
Is no longer there i see 'cause now I
Look on the street every day
And I see all these young men
Standing on the corner
It used to be you could

Now get drunk, motherfucker, get drunk
(Get drunk) now tell them hoes
(What?) to drop they clothes (What?)
And cut some for the motherfucking D-Lo
Now

in it
I shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot
Barrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop
Birds from a Pelican pun, Rondo
Coke, weed combo,

minutes to showtime
You hoes fine? Well even if you're not fly
Cock eyed with a head that looks like a drop eye
Turn it clockwise on your volume meter
All

The Passion
But i ain't really got to the Peso
She losing her Patience
I know I'm gon Make It
By then it'll be lil too late doe

It's Late
Not Time to Cry over