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the spot
And get it hot like them Gotti boys
I hit the scene cup lean
And a blunt of that dro
Heard it's all about the money
So I'm hunting for more

[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what

I'm working for that top space
First in this arms race, burst
I'm the next ace
Kicking it hard and I'm breaking the walls
A danger to all that oppose me

Up to Me

Lil Wayne

Tha Block Is Hot

1999

And picture this, your little boy even on TV
But I swear it's off the heezy, Weezy
Say it's cool, you can believe me, I like how they treat me
I'm doin' what

still out here doing this for the mac
They wanna try shoot shots but
The shots won't hit
If i throw shots back my
Shots they won't miss yeah
I got it

What Money Do

Project Pat

Crook by da Book: The Fed Story

2006

Put the needle on the record mayne
Put this *** together for my boy Project man
Here we go, some mo' gangsta mutha*** *** man
It's goin' down know

flame same but we act demonic (Yea yea)
This was a friendship used to be platonic (Woah woah)
Now your in my arms now ain't that ironic
Exhaust smell

Rude boy Ab-Soul top Dawg rottweiler
Just fall in this motherfucker like

Just tell me when, I'm ready baby
I been ready baby
Since 1987 sometime

TV

Boosie Badazz

Thug Talk

2016

knew I saw this shit on TV)
This fucking boy should be on TV (I knew I saw this boy on TV)
I ain't know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi
MTV,

posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm

Gangsta Sh*t

OutKast

Stankonia

2000

back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you

He's Plotting on his CV
Hope them niggas never get to see me
Makk
Stack it up two by two
If its peng ting talk ya about then I'm airing it out
Cause

should give me space
Step back try to run or you'll get it to the face
You're losing this race

Armed with my blaster, aim straight for your head
Don't

stoppin'
And the limit is the sky
Cause me and my boys
Are just so damn poised
And now, it's me and my boy, Nick B
We fuckin killin' this track, don't you

And the limit is the sky
Cause me and my boys
Are just so damn poised
And now, it's me and my boy, Nick B
We fuckin killin' this track, don't you see?
And there

stoppin'
And the limit is the sky
Cause me and my boys
Are just so damn poised
And now, it's me and my boy, Nick B
We fuckin killin' this track, don't you

Carrey but the price ain’t right
Call me insane, I call it ingenious
Albert’s brain, reborn like a phoenix
Out the ashtray, no smoke just steamin
Why stop

can be as hard as me boy you a funny one
Tryna fight my mans bro you tweaking this ain't one on one
Get in the field throw a few bullets like I'm Drew

set it free like I’m off that leash
ain’t nobody defending
me from the moment I get on beat
when i go In you better be
toe to toe with the boy like
Peel

stepping out my comfort range

Rolling shit up in my room how you know it's just been a mess
I had to take a bet on myself I never settled for less
I put my

seaker high achiever
I can't fall in love with a no goal boy
Boy boy boy boy boy boy
Headaches
I dont do no headaches
Had to kick her out the condo she was

Yeah it's that T, you know I'm tal'n bout
In this bitch, for that boy Trae b day
It's going down, know I'm saying
Happy b day boy, Pee Weezy off

If this what you want, and this what I want
Then why we fucked up like this?
Double my cup, and double my blunt
Boy I'm drunk as shit
Before you go

Yeah man
Imma fall, you see I can't (um)
Imma funk, when I ain't home
Imma sip on this Airborne

Imma fuck, bitch I'll share it too
Camouflage on my