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say they like it when I roll up
'Cause I be pulling up in foreigns man
I don't smoke but I might roll one
Big .380, yeah, I tote one, might blow one

bro
When folks call roll up you
Gon' have to show us
50 for the watch, 50 for the whip
50 for the hitman too
Put a 50 on your head little boy now
I show

when I snap like a photo
He'll get exposed like a roll of film
Now here he goes again, oh
I'm so trill, I'mma get the hoes again
Like Buffalo Bill's,

at all)

Give them niggas the drum (Green light 'em)
Roll down the Benz window, let off twenty-one
(Brrrrr)
Youngin' droppin' bodies like it's fun
(Haaaa)

Bet That

Trick Daddy

Sampler

2006

You can bet that I ride 
I shine, nigga, you can bet that
I smoke, I drank, boy, you can bet that
Twenty-twos, twenty-fours all we roll
I'm a dope

Hurt

Busta Rhymes

T.I. vs T.I.P.

2007

'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get

y'all that
And I'm coming straight off of the mound
Just to burn a bitch down every time I hit a track
No cap boy
What you gon' do with em
Whatcha gone do

(Damo)
Got 10 p's of that golden
Trust me cuz you know we aint foldin 
Want war bruzzy we'll solve 'em
FiveFour earchin cuzzy we roll 'em
Got 10 p's

boy just rip the beat
Wanna run and tell my business, imma let em sip the tea

Racks on racks on top of racks, can't stuff that shit up in my jeans

Overdose

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Until Death Call My Name

where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain

C-Town

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Strength & Loyalty

2007

You can tell by the way I walk, the way I flow from around here
Nigga Midwest where the weed ain't the best but we came up
Now we get flew from

gotta chill
Huh huh, Oh they mad, huh, tell me how you feel
I go Soulja on the motor watch I crank the throttle
Claim he got the juice but how cause I

Mama Raised Me

Master P

MP Da Last Don

1998

Chorus:Master P
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4X)

Verse 1:Master P
I live my life as a thug, roll

pinned location when you crave more than a photo
Used to snap them angles for a lame boy that's a no go
Rearrange your insides while I'm inside I'm in go

at the bank for a long long time 
Soulja boy I make it crank 
For a long long time 
Speaks it make it back for a long long long long long time p

Kill that 
Hop

talk a lot
Where it been
Where it was 
Homies looking for the drugs
Get some weed get a blunt
Shawty lets go roll it up
Hennessey in my cup
Tell me what

(woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour

3 in the Head

Run-D.M.C.

Down with the King

1993

built to diss 'em (who?) the boys (who) and the girls
They starvin', we're starvin', keepin' a nine to five an'
Try to hold us down, keep us out but we

trapping dodging traffic me and spin master with some gang members
I can tell by your homie eyes they ain't gone bang with ya
Life sentence both snitches

bout me
When you mention my name better mention all the shit I done in em 75 streets
In my team it's only Gz nah I cannot fuck wid no neeks
And I'm tryna

and smoked his ass it’s time to roll up em up
They got me bag up in my bag I had to focus up
I know my opps wan smoke me bad go tell them choke on one
I know

fingers up)
Put them hands high (Put them hands high)
Wave it in his face (Wave it in his face)
Tell him, boy, bye (Tell him, tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell

Soulja Livin' Tru
Soulja Livin' Tru, nigga
Oh, I said that already

Aye
Rap shit hard, but this street shit easy
I gotta trap or die, it got me

what the fuck
You niggas really on?
Fuck nigga you can see I'm worth a million
Tell em my hustle be a
Minute before this milli gone
Truth got it on lock