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Partners Come Along Too

Lil' Zane

Young World: The Future

2000

a lotta hoes wit me
These jealous niggas is mad and I can tell
But fuck 'em, free my niggas they got in jail
I  holla to the world with this pimp game,

call me whenever
I swear they ain't on my level
I send them boys to go get em he won't survive
Gotta get with us
I tell him, like, hold on
It ain't no

Power

Ice-T

Power

1988

that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate 'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me, might think I'm wack
But

and fine from the neck up
She ain't broke lil baby got her check up
Sexy when she wake up she don't need no makeup
She don't fool with the help boy go get

Show 'em how it's done like a kamikaze
Bodies  in the trunk of
My homie Villies Maserati
Evidence  we got 'em (got 'em)
Pictures like the paparazzi

Boy Toy

Salt-N-Pepa

Brand New

1997

money on you
Boy toy, I love you so
Never no stress, let's keep this flow
I know you feel the same way, too

Where you been all my life
No diamonds

shit like work
On stage I ain't got on no shirt
Shawty think she finna tell me what to do but I had to tell her
"Nah bae, it ain't gone work"
I don't

these hollow tips

It ain't beef Lil nigga if you broke 
But if you want it I ain't never been no hoe
All my niggas on go, shooting when I tell em so

a pole
I got a brick yeah
I got the snow
Coz I'm ryna get my wrist on Biden
No time for the phonies tell em bye then
Winning any position that i'm in
Hate

(uh)
Yeah, Cutthtroat shit, send flowers to his mom
Money talk, nigga, I ain't bitin' my tongue
Uh, keep sneak dissin', put that boy in a blunt (yeah)

Got Paper

Lecrae

Rebel

2008

the faith is a race but I't ain't a nascar
Homeie you and god got beef cause you keep 
Chasin money like them hundreds got feet

Buddy wanna be rich but

from the free throw 
Deep n man I hope she got a deep throat 
Alumni 
F you and pay me 
Tell em play lotto fore they try to play me 

And if they ain’t

tear me down and
Tell me how to live man I'm workin
And listen, I ain't got no time for haters
This game of life is hard
And I don't love her i'm

sixty
Won't tell em I did it
Tell em suckers come get me
Subtracting the difference
I know you against it
I can't put no niggas over mine
We in overtime

they got, they ain't no progression
Me and Nina's got the ball and we own possession
Studio sessions with the Smith and Wesson
All you do is press it,

a shy bitch she ain't shy no more
She changed her name to My Bitch
Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask
For the money when you
Through, don't be

and I left her at the Days Inn
Unless I love a bitch no ho I'm savin'
Spittin' for the payment, got the hoes adjacent
Ain't coolin' in the sun but

boy leg shots now he leaning football stance
Drive the whip, fuck that, we do the walk em downs
Got them boys sleeping in Iraq, these them choppa sounds

5th Ward

Raheem

Rap-A-Lot's (Underground Masters)

1992

and your family
Ain't never gon' be ready for the wrath of the king
So you and all your dancers that you call your little lynch mob
Ain't even got no

Codeine needed 
Oxycodone addict
Boy I'm team no sleep 
I dont need no mattress
Let my young nigga smoke him
I dont need no matches
Live by three P's

H-Town let these boys know

In this game, can't stop this thang
Imma tell you how this go bro
About this money and  the cash gone come
Told Bip let's get

choppers at his head man
I smell lead man, let the lead stand
Tell me who we got a drill, we can get em out of here
(There's no one to blame but myself, I'm

no need to ask
Yeah, I got a cash
We gon' make em' mad
When them diamonds dance
If it ain't come from Macky, tha Jeweler, then it's a knock off
If it

Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ole fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but