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Gimmie the Mic

Trae

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir

[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get

to go take it won't Get too Specific
Don't stop by don't visit
Lil rich menace
Still bout his business
But better not play Mortal combat he finish
More

Give it up give it up baby slide like dis
Do da crip walk I do mine like this
Give it up give it up baby slide like dis
Do da crip walk I do mine

You know i never did understand why they
Always told me to smile s
It ain't too much s I gave a smile for
Real talk yo still a ahole by nature
Peep

They walk by like, oh my God, in no rush, I take my time
I'm he who they recognize got my back, I give my spine
They need help, I held 'em high but

uh (What!)
And we too sturdy for the opps i tell em dick up (Dick up!)
I'm peepin everything, see i'm just waitin' for da switch up uh
They be fuckin'

to the old man. Ya better put on that new man
Give it up, put it up, praise it up. Don't hide like a snake 
in da sand n Sudan, be you man, but better ya self,

bitch pay me today
Keep complaining how I'm giving em shake
But I don't give a fuck I'm tryna get paid
Played me now she tryna get saved
Dat same nigga

and I’m seeing the fear in you
Opened my eyes now I see with a clearer view
Trapping hard only care bout the revenue
Had to make time for business on my

I got by.

Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin

brought up
You say you're rolling with the clique kid who you kidding
No mercy for em by any means handle business
They on the outside looking at us tryna

brought up
You say you’re rollin' with the clique kid who you kiddin'
No mercy for 'em by any means handle business
They on the outside lookin' at us tryna

traffic got trappers in em
Thong and a apron
She cooking in da kitchen
Designer bag in da trunk
What I'm stuffing all the bricks in
I can show you how

nigga set me up
So my lil bro
Gone knock em down
I notice they want smoke
Well tell em niggas we got pounds
When we catch em by his self I bet you heon

[Intro: Chorus]
So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen
You're all that I need
Cause she my ghetto queen, I give her what she need
Money ain't

Ghetto Queen

Rich Boy

Bigger Than the Mayor

[Intro: Chorus]
So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen
You're all that I need
Cause she my ghetto queen, I give her what she need
Money ain't

Ghetto Queen

Lloyd

Life Goes On

2007

[Intro: Chorus]
So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen
You're all that I need
Cause she my ghetto queen, I give her what she need
Money ain't

Hook


I Got da Power Mobb, nigga watch yo bacc, 

If you down wit da tracc, Cuzz raise yo strap.

It’s about dat business, keep da staccs on da racc,

I

ain't like other niggas
I give em both the business 
Then I go out and get it 
I got women
That like women 
We be switchin 
Give em both the business

Even if my breaks was on
I'm still (by your side)
I'm always here, nobody's perfect 
Life ain't always fair
I used to not give a fuck
I ain't always

big weed burn cool by the pack
Watch your back New Orleans is a fool like that
Out the blue you crooked punishments choose to jack
You might see me

I got da gas I'm rollin reefa
I got da bags I got em cheaper
Break down a pack
I can teach ya
I'm in da trap and it's off da meter
I got da gas I'm

less just give me cash
And I won't play bout it pay bout it
Shake Em Up Records that's my business
And you can stay out it stay out it
You disrespect I'm

Playerizm

Celly Cel

Killa Kali

1995

Readin' Pimp 
Playa-istic shit 
By dino boys 
Tryin' to get these hoes for every nook & cranny 
And make 'em join 
The winning team 
Ain't nothin'