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a problem, nigga, let's solve it
Want the smoke like Smaug, better run off, lil' hobbit
On go like Russians, think I got no bullets, bitch, I got dozens

Guess Who's Back

Richie Rich

Seasoned Veteran

1996

Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part

they hold mine Keep quiet investigators'll let ya go in No time
My candy cane 14s all white lil red in em
One of my bros rock grey dickies ill Never be

And put a hole in your swivel
Ain't about being no thug
Its how niggas handle they issue
What they say about you after that reaper stop by to get you
We

Verse 1:

Rap need aggression sissies can't give the message

Where I'm from nigga young thugs dont wear 
dresses

Nobody getting spared with your

lil E don't smile no more, cause he ain't got his golds
Put that back up on his head, ain't shit to get him gone
Niggas tryna beef with the guys , I

"[i just wanna let u know that
this ones for my baby baby baby girl..]

This is for my babygirl because you never let me down
shes my only girl
[you

the
Block by the yellow lake
Granix in the trap, bag and no shape
This that Babylife shit
Put the tat on my face
Real Deal Thug, I never been fake
After we

had stopped rapping cause I went up off the map
But Im back like B gizzle nigga
I could rap they aint fucking with this lil nigga
Heart of a lion with

suck and swallow
Wow wow  I'm way off track 
This was supposed to be a track about attacking anything that life
Throws at you but I got distracted by

Shoutout Wickie, man, shoutout Lil' Wickie
Sazzyman, that's my manager
Shoutout my mans Reese, Amari
Jordan bum ass
Uh, yeah
Shoutout out Mr. Margiela,

'm wobblin', yeah)
How you gon' wear fake designer, GG is on me (It's on me let's go)
Huh, wait, alarming, fuckin' this bitch in my Balmains

I'm Mr. Bitches I

I'm Mr man
Yes, ma'am, I made mistakes
But never picked when I raise my hand
That made me hate school
What's next? I'm skippin' class
Education is

fuck with me cause I ain't have shit
Heart was broke, why twin up in his feelings, bout  his last bitch
We thuggin for to be ight
I told lil Sano  fuck

Cobain going crazy don’t call me curt 



Tending my own garden yea I’m growin by myself 

Since I was 12 picking books off the shelves 

Well off living

argue i sound the alarms
Like how the fuck is this shit get boring
Hit and quit it she gone by the morning
Keeping my cool no emotion I'm yawning
Fine lil

His Bandage came loose
Mr. Tsuchigomori Haven't you
Ever wanted to go to the moon?
Huh?
(This is a silly goofy production)
I know I have the moon is

Flip Flop

Boyz N da Hood

New Joc City [Clean]

2006

The Mr. throw the deuce up
Paint still drippin' like it's fresh up out the shower
12 in the cut a couple shots of blunt power?
I rep that fo' five flat

want to fly to the lands
We might fly out to France
Babygirl know ima thug
And you know I got to keep 30 right in my pants
You ever had a picnic in

Told a demon he don't want smoke, I got holy on me
By any means imma take the message to the lil bros and the big homies
If my life is in the hand

party everybody by the pool (Splash)
Homie a lil faded he might go and act a fool (Crazy)
But when it comes to the ladies Mr. Cool Cat (Cat)
Hit him with

to eliminate the scheme
Turned his plats into a baldy made e'm sport the mr.clean
Maq about the Duffle bag I'm young & still a damn machine
Get ready to zone in

She want top floor boss thats me
Deeper than rap I just put it on a beat
Real hoodrich you can tell by my feet
Talk out your neck get shot in your

at the gym I see you focused on ya fitness 
You could be my Mrs.
You could blow me chocolate kisses 
Have it wrapped up by this Christmas 
Bout to shake it up