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Hood Nigga [RMX]

Young Jeezy

Givin Em Da Businezz

2007

on 24's
Flats look like flapjack, pancake you ain't know
Hood nigga
I'm a play the game how it go
They can take me out the hood
But I'm a keep it hood

wasn’t part of my vision - man I just happened to hit her (Hit her)
Lost a thousand made it back my money I don’t play wit that
Only cash in hand

Flossin Season

Juvenile

400 Degreez

1998

on, do it every time
Seventeens on up, that's all I ride
In ninety-eight, I been havin them hoes throwin up
They don't know if I'm in a helicopter or in

yeah)
Let me lace you up (yeah, yeah)
You should let me lace you up

Uh
It's game involved
I was spitting game when you was in your daddy's balls

yeah

She might play games, but I know that I'm ready
Birthday been passed, I been stacking confetti
I show you all my love if you ready
Show that girl

need that
Shorty I been the nigga in the game
You don't got a clue, so read back
She telling her friends
"Bitch i got to go, my nigga is callin it's

a scrimmage, crooked cop don't wanna play ball
We putting holes in the pigskin
The heat ain't the stove in the kitchen
It's me gotta pole with extensions
Ain't

games
Grew up
Things had to change
I'm grown now
I'm in my own lane
Speed by
Don't swerve this way
I'm grown now
Can't play those games
Grew up
Things had

to the middle of the mall

You ain't gotta budget for these nuggets
You can keep it Plain Jane and blow out they brains when you in public
The matching ring

Ballad of a Ballgame

Christine Lavin

Beau Woes and Other Problems of Modern Life

1986

game
Why softball's practically my middle name
I'll be right over I said, feeling excited

Even though I can't throw, I can't hit
I can't run, I must

Harlem World

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version

1995

discombobulated diabolical fool
Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, modern day
Cannibal, humanoid, underground
Chud broke loose from

got my diploma
In the club 4 in the mornin'
I'm a fuckin' cool kid
Fo show out til it's over
Nigga sippin' purple potion, no wait
I don't do no foldin'

really haven't changed

How the fuck did we start
I don't even know how you got this part
You were just a bird flying by in the dark
Try to hit the curve

holding on the glock
Soon’s you open the door, blow your brains on the spot
Pow pow
Rap games Heisenberg, yea
Middle finger like a bird, yea
Putting in

Keep it real and just don’t ever change
And you don’t ever post where you lay
Vvss hit hard in my chain
If you try to reach for it put RIP to yo name

richer, my bitch got a tan no I really don't lie
I'll drop a opp if I catch him in traffic, I'll roll that boy up, blow the blount in the sky
He look like

in the neck, get to blowin' like a ref'
You will meet your fate, you don't wanna play
You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change

punchlines!”
That’s somebody wishing I could spit it very easy
But they don’t understand the level that I’m in,
The more you play the game, the more you see

away from time to time and now you wanna blame the greed
You say shame on me

Don't play no games with me
Cause you know I got that roster
And you know

I don't stay in the middle
I play just a little, go insane just a little
May not be a rockstar, but I make it rain just a little 
The world can be

And I love the little games that we play
From the valley to the beach
And when at last the day is done
I grab my keys

I bought me a truck in
The middle

Weighted games I'll never change
Weighted games
Weighted games
These weighted games gon' keep me rockin'

You don't need
Don't need to save
You don't need

to Melly
We in the trap so we stay next to white like Betty
Still kicking shit like Messi
Bitch I'm a Crip' you can see by my face
I keep a yappa cause these

bitches they
Handle my business
You say we fucked, ho you liar
Don't give a fuck ho, you can die
I throw my middle finger in the sky
Then put a middle