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(Fresh out the bank)
(Ooh, ooh)

(Ooh) fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop, I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give

even
Let me go rob that nigga on the weekend Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck the lil' bitch, I'm pussy, I'm drunk I'm countin' up money, I'm runnin'

nigga
'til I'm dead
I'm running schemes, when I saw the laws
I had to fled

I know niggas wanna whack me
I might fuck her if she sexy
My lil' niggas, we

Can't Stop [Bonus Track]

Too Short

Lost [Bonus Disc]

1998

Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my dick sucked on the highway

My way (pimp til I die) fuck a hoe
Unless that hoe is

I go so hard for the bag I hustle hard for the bag
I gotta get me a bag what would you do for a bag
Niggas will mob for a bag niggas will rob for

nigga
Hustled and had a pristine glow up
Money on the counter lil nigga get grip
Rob a nigga with my fist
Bust a nigga in his lip
Take a lil nigga shit

heavy

And have me and crone their dreams

By the time I was seven my mom left my pop

Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York

Then my mom

to pull up in somethin give em no choice but to look
~Ian tryna die young!
•no
~tryna make a band like Dylon!
•woah
-Lord by my side wherever I go
~but I

die today (die)
Goth Money shit, I feel like Kray (Kray, black)
Get high with me while I'm fadin' away (fadin' away), yeah
They follow me, I

charge?
Gotta rob a bank just to post bond (huh)
Got this chopper with me for the close calls
Helicopter on the roof 'cause I won't walk (God)
Killin'

down
Drinking all night til my body gives out
Drink in the nighttime, get high in the day
Smoke in the movies, die in the bay
Tryna find my sway but I

helping me
Do this Biggie thing
Man, if JC can get up in here and do his
You know what I'm saying, lil'
Roll call, lil' thing
I know I can get up in here

is back to back coors

Fuck up off that high horse
Oh you fuckin high of course
I aint gonna try remorse
They tell me i should die Abort

But imma tell

getting by, Bay to the A yeah I fly
CA state of mind, when you grind it's just a matter of time, I'm trying 'til they flatten my lines
Used to pick seeds

Laid Way Back

Webbie

Welcome Home Pimp C: Trill Of Trill

2006

so I can't die until tomorrow
I done stole a bag of dro I'm gettin' high 'til tomorrow
Nigga play with me right now I'm bussin' nine 'til tomorrow

of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get

afford to hide, if I did it Imma ride
If you scared then I’ll do it
By myself
Can’t afford to lie, you already know the vibes
I don’t need you
Imma die
By

Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know

never jam nigga
Took so many loses had to charge it to the game, know too many niggas I can only visit in the grave
Free my bruda til the day they let

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Maximum Rap 12": The Original Maxi Single Collection

1997

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

Ice on ice wrist
Black on black whip 
White on white brick 
Thats a night shift
I'm still grinding getting mine lil bitch
Yeah I stay high yeah I

with Ashwagandha
What you put in your lil' body? She rockin' her bamba
High vibration gettin' raised in the sunshine
Vibratin' now, ain't no way I

straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some

on grinding 'til I'm standing
At that gate up in the sky
'Cause I told tum-tum I'm gone make it
I couldn't lie
Really gifted with this music
That some shit