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you fucked up its over
Know I got myself a gun and a holster

Rubber bands
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber

up and ran it up
They ain't know my name now they calling me bro like we gang shit they saying ain't adding up
No new friends run up my bands get

gonna love yeah

They keep telling me I rap insane and to drop more tracks under my own name
It got out of hand with that metal band now I realize it's

Court Is Now in Session

Chill Rob G.

Wild Pitch Classics

1994

coming with us"
I said "To where, for what?  I ain't guilty
My name is Rob G., you just can't milk me"
Now I'm sitting in a courtroom all day
I claim I'm

Stay on the grind I be there for you like
Cap and Bucky 'til the end of the line
This all comes from love what it mean to keep trying
When you're

just makes you bitter
And my skin gets thicker and
It actually promotes my work
Indirectly and over a period
Of time you sheep
Herd and all just make me

saying, into one
Hell of a slow parade.
The brass band is a shambles
but never lacking in charm
and though they are all marching quite close to the edge

and think it's a taser? (How?)
Now that dumb cop bitch gotta sit in the pen'
All that white privilege shit is comin' to an end (haha)
A traffic stop turned

One, two, three, four, it's time to get funky
Get on the floor and dance with Brass Monkeys now
Grab your s'mores and popcorn from the store
Let's

Look how the ground shakin' (shake)
All over town shakin' (shake)
Is we have the ground shakin' (shake)
Tell them meet we by the Grand (Grand) Stand

sides
Eat it up like lemon pie
Wear my Gucci all the time
She wanna fuck so ima slide
And send them pigs through over night

Ten band loss all because

now
I been putting work it was no help it was no handouts
I been making money stunting hard with all them bands out
I been looking up just even when

Ayy Ladies

Travis Porter

Ayy Ladies

2012

ain't tryna be all dat

I'm just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil' mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from the back, don't fuss,

my side Right on my side
Ride by my side you there when I Need you God yeah On God
If you need it I’ll give you hand
If I had it I’ll give you band

lame
I mained going off the chatter of all of the day's masters
Unless you rhyme killers and trappers you not a rapper
Went to try it but I dropped it

explosive
I feel like things out the same
Out here moving in slow motion
Right now a retrograde thirty days left then it's over
It's like all my thoughts

it criss cross we're taking over the town

What y'all want, no cut
What y'all need, pure raw
What we do, we sold out
All because you bought more

of the 
hunters...

And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the 
accordion.

Well, that's it for the introductions.  And now, the story.

is what I put time in
Its what Im confined in
Now they say Im cold
When I come around, that my heart and soul
It changes the climate
I AM
What they

In the hour glass sands I wrote my name to see it vanish over time
Left the grind when it felt like an assembly line
Despised the notion of just

toke glass so
Work that shaft, perfect your craft
All I'm gonnna ask is exposin' brass, now ya
Think I give a shit, where those lips had been last

So

(big ship!)
It takes all the army and the navy
To put the wind up Sylvest

He thought he'd take a trip to Italy
He thought that he'd go by sea
He dived

I'm Your Idol

Necro

Brutality

2003

a bat - over somebody's back
I'll never be done ? ever - that's how Satan made it
Created all of us to be filled with hatred
Pain and anger ? buck off

to welcome the rebirth of the Goddess
Word up it's all about knowledge of self
Yo Busta Rhymes, why don't you take the session over from here