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Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me

backseat
King Louis shoes on my feet, ain't cheap
Gucci Mane street, I'm so concrete
Me and Zay's style is so unique
Got your baby brother sellin' work for

I'm rich
On all of my drip dollar bills going to be stitched
Going to be stitched
Fifty thousand K right on my wrist
Right on my wrist
Im going to shoot

sacs and I'm a booster, if I ain't got no bands
And Valentino runners, I done been had the Louis Bag
And I can really pop it on this song, cause I done

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where

been ripping mics, while y'all been gripping dykes
& I'm about to drop a clean record
But I got nasty rhymes that will hit ya
The second to do it, right

come by dozens 
 Im blowing your mind then my nose with some hunnids 

That bitch she want some Louis 
I tell her I’m Gucci 
I ain’t pay designer 
I say

Get Right

Busta Rhymes

Streetsweepers: The Boyz in the Hood

the bangin shit on, alot of Louis Vuitton
you know the shit then sing the words of the song
We call it get right bitches! (We 'bout to get right bitches!)

shooter baby
You aint chasin money you a dummy wyd baby
Pumpfakin wit dat paper yea dats wenn you blew it baby 


Niggas preachin Peace but in these streets

Getcha Getcha

Nelly

Sweat

2004

something, you know what I'm on 

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (Ho!)
I might fly by you in that Diablo (Hey!)
I'm

short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five

The Best of Sugar Hill

1995

down by law and I know my way around

On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action 
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction 
One young punk just

I've been on a paper hunt, tryna get my paper up
Countin' 20s, 50s, and them hundreds, I'm gettin' paper cuts
Don't talk behind my back, lil' nigga

Second of all I'm a CEO third of all
You ain't ever in your life seen
A nigga like me before
I invest a one hundred fifty
Thousand on my left wrist, look

booty, little waist, nice lips HEY
I tried to told ya, I hustle hard like Louis Scola (hold up)
From north to the south to the east to the west
I tried

can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50

full of them knots
He talkin' sticks, so we put him on Fox
(Grrt, baow) bought my bitch an ass
Then I put her in Louis Vuitton boots
Fuck a loft
I want

a suicide pact
A riot act
Second Long Street patrol and we're on the go
Got a one way ticket for the show now it's time to roll
Second Long Street patrol

lo ba de ki lo ba de feego
Ki lo ba de ki lo ba de ki lo ba de feego
Feego ehn feego awon eyan Louis Figo
Feego feego awon eyan bigo
Feego feego awon

beater by the second and we always hit all net
By the gross is what we net, I think Nike sending checks
Like gymnast gotta flex, I’m on the westside hit up

profile like 50 times tonight

Baby seasons come and go
Winds of change and times of growth
I've tried to be the one who brings you home
I've been second

like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off

Big

Portrait of the Artist as a Hood

3rd Bass

Derelicts of Dialect

1991

Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank
White gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks
Think tanks once rolled on the city streets
I used to meet your

on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat