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Homeboy

Coolio

My Soul

1997

and gifts 
And a wolf in sheeps clothing 

'Cause some of y'all ain't knowing 
Me and you go back like roaches in the projects 
And, we done been through

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'

bitch like a dog
He sending the lyrics to songs
Yeah I read the texts while I drilled his lil bitch
This mo’fucka sending old pictures and shit
I almost

Black Tee

Bun B

Trap House

2005

[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank

on that mask, that boy tryna get banged (huh)
How I hit a rat, but I fucked on lil' Minnie, then saw I was blocked by her man
I want 'em whacked that's

Yeah
White toes, hair long
Rubbin on my skin tone
She ride it right, she can't do no wrong
Badd lil bih puttin out like payroll
White toes, hair long

Bustin' Off Shots

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up homeboy
Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey
Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed

got it popping like I got it I get dollars
More more more profits I deposit I can see my ops they watching
Whoa whoa whoa they plotting trying to rob me

why don't we just rob a fucking train. 

We go hard, you're Deadwood, I'm Billy the Kid, don't step foot, in my line of sight, you'll get took, by

that Hades would
Got the power, got the powers strapped on
Me like Hades would
It was Gothmann by himself
And some dark clouds
With the Glock I'm a wolf

slushie from Sonic
My lil' niggas gon' go like a green light, you play with me
Then gon' cry like a dummy

They ain't talking money, hang up on 'em

know his mama
His Lil brother looking up to me like I’m his father
Man man jealousy a muhfucka
Roll a L sit back and I really wonder
We all from

friends, that's the old me (uh-uh), ayy
Diamonds in my ears like anchovies (ice)
My big brother by my side like Ginobli (uh-uh, boom)
He a shooter, his

Where They at 2

Romeo

Gametime

2002

[Verse 3]: Lil' Romeo (Master P)
(Call bugs on the phone, whodi, meet me by the dawn)
(Daffy dropped a dime, whodi, take him to the phone)
Knick-knack

(Check it off)
Make ya see and belive 
(Yeah)

Imma wolf 
Im out here by myself
Im so far alone no one could help me
I got God and water 
Only healthy 
Now

smoked him in my Robins
Rob a nigga dark night, like Gotham
That nigga is trash, and LeBron he floppin'
I already knew that the lil'
Nigga was a bitch

my ass and get bank
I had to sell to get Benjamin Franks
I had to rob to get up in the ranks
I had to run a train on a lil skank
I had to sock that boy

up and reversing
Sign Jimmy Da Gunna in cursive
Lil Jimmy Da Gunna been working
I live the live of a Jackson not Michael or Tito I'm living like Curtis

noggin
Now he make em sweat like he just got him joggin
Remember allat pussy ass shit that you said
Move by yourself yo lil pussy ass scared
Fuck nigga

job
He showing to much that's how niggas get rob
She wanna eat the dick corn on the cob
Lil mama to nasty I like how she slob
I fucked up her weave then

(What up, Foster?)
Ayy

Sometimes, I get by myself and get to overthinkin' shit
Like where my bitch be at whenever we ain't kickin' it?
When

blow ima score like this shit was the redzone

Make him run
Take his gun
Rob that nigga den pay him none
Talk that shit you gone pay the fund
RIP tray we

anemic
I've been dreaming on the side, Oh
I just wanna make me a living
Taking it day by day, I need my K like Kelly K, Oh
All of you niggas is fake, you

the pot
I’m like the wolf
On the hunt for the flock
U know how we play in my section
Ain’t no hiding
We seeking em out
Competitive action we live by
So we