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brain
I didn't want to do long term
3 yet until I'm rich
That's what long term 3 is about, being rich
So - I'm like you know (Damn, okay)
So this is

stop, na I ain't finished
Yeah
Mood 3 on the way, fuck wit' me
I'm in that one type of bag nigga, show you niggas I'm back man
I ain't gon' do too much

Da Bosses Lady

Kool G Rap

Roots of Evil

1998

out you tryin' to fuck with his dime 
 you laid your life on the line 
 but the cards are in my hands 
 I love this rich man, and fuckin' you is not

Pac is packin' lint
It's like a nigga got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp
Bitches lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm

something good 3 blunts and I'm smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw 'em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man I can't choose one
3 cell

don't see the vision
Me I'm driven by my ambition
Dumb Bitch
I'm a business man I love digits mans
Flipping Benjamin's my money in rubberbands
I'm

comfy I need that comfort
Up on my eyes I'm wearing TomFord

They wish this man was still eating  Gala
Now a days I chop beef like salah
Fascinated by

Jesse James

The Kingston Trio

The Capitol Years

1995

to the rich. He never did a friendly thing.
And when his best friend died he was right there by her side 
And he lifted off her golden wedding ring.

Po' Folks

Bill Anderson

The Bill Anderson Story

1969

shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad track

We kept chickens in a pen in the back and everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer

stay on my dick 'cause she know that I'm rich
Best thing in life was me goin' legit
And realizin' half of you never exist
Poppin' that thing like she

Punk Bitch

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

And you know what I said? I told the bitch
I said: "Bitch, I'm rich!"

Fuck these hoes, man,
I ain't trippin', I'm like hell
Long-hair suckers

I

Buried way down deep beneath the Earth 
Lie the seeds of a harvest 
Planted by a mortal man 
Delivered by the hand of an angel 

Known to be dressed

the vv's ay
Now them pussy niggas what ay
Man them bitches yeah they runnin' ay
Yeah they tryna get dick by shad ok lah bitch nigga we blowin'
Nigga talkin'

lift a parcel or three! Oh!
Pounds and pence are the rich man's curse
Pockets full of coins make a long walk worse
It's a proven theory, he would be more

pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell

please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
R-U-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
That's the rule..

please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
R-U-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
That's the rule..

But anyway, this for my niggas
Uncles, twenty-three hours
Sendin' me pictures i want you to know that
I'm so determined to blow
That you hear the music

Balling everything on me Catch me wit 2 or 3 freaks jump out that jeep now they notice me
Give you sum game send you straight to the league
Ain't got

can't run from me
Take your bitch and make her cum for me
But they say that three is company

This right here been on my mind
I know you've been by my

either out brother
You either believed or you didn't man
And you were either ready or you weren't
The Macho Man made me feel that he believed in the three

on 'em papers so them courts are goin' back and forth
Dealin' with probation, man, they all said I'd be back for sure
Mommies turned to zombies from that

Rainin

Slim Thug

We Make the Rules in the Streets

2004

time, cause thieves creep when you sleep
Man I'm hungry for this cash, so my mission's to eat
Me and my niggaz got a dream, to get rich in these streets

but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear