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It's All Good

DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

1998

'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches 
East to the west coast, all my bitches 

Flocks of bitches by the dozens 
From sisters to cousins 
Got 'em

tryna live long
Get the bag stay on
I can stay be poor
Run a bag, Get dough 2004.
Counting money hella roles
Make shows on the block then i get my way on,

money
It don't mean nothin
I was thinkin in my head
Like he ain't seen nothin
Cops at me by the car I ain't seen nothin
If u won't fall for anything
You

No Matter

Andrew Lloyd Webber

Lyricist Lounge, Vol. 1

1998

other man
Feel this black man's but another
With no dough, goin insane
No matter how loud I pray, God don't hear a sound
That's why I put my joint

Minute Man

Harlem World

Movement

1999

sign 
People want my back 
Yo  what's up with that? 
See  running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped 
Tell me do you like what you see 
Is it

First verse release by a menace
Catch dolla sitting court side
Serena playing tennis
See my sun gone shine
And my daughter gone finish
Wanna make

We Know

Da Brat

The Yin and the Yang

2001

up, can't you tell by the way I talk
It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks
(queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck?)

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

get legal dough,
but we hustle grind that's the life IN BOW.

I want you to leave (leave),
I want you to go (go),
But you keep telling me the streets

a private dancer
I'm not perfect either
Hella in the game
Tote that heater
Already paid for the wrong I've already done before whoa yeah
And I want you by my

you want the fame and the jewels, me I’m just cool wit the juice, me I’m just cool the loot, Surrounded by troops in Timberland boots
(Bridge)
Chasing

posh
We blow the bag, get the cake on the regular
Left the dealer, we throwin' by three thousand
Send her the pic of my new bitch, she jealous
I here

some mo' though
Cause I need some mo' dough
Some mo' dough some mo' dough some dough dough dough dough dough
Now my bank account is like lemon pepper

ski that I keep on my boat
Rich! I wanna be rolling in dough
I wanna couple massive castles all surrounded by moats
I want some big diddy fat bird I

You can tell by my tone I'm the king of the throne
And real to the bone, my outside is gritty
Date you if you pretty, don't have no time for that pitty

fosho
I ain't tell you about the money, in case you fake if you see dough

It don't matter how far we gon' go
If you by my side for the while, we gon'

the price that is
What you want I can make you 
My wife and have some kids

Do I need to sell my soul
Maybe even spend a lil dough
Baby just let me know
Ain't

out by all this hate

Make one wrong move
 it gets so very tragic 
Time flying by 
it's gonna hit right as we panic

Makes me want to die 
but every

& Pay These Bills For Me A B**** Get Her Own Dough But We Can Run It Up Some Mo 
I Like My N***** Big Money Come & Pay These Bills For Me A B**** Get Her

it's good "right"
They don't want it, I'm back on the scene "right"
Rugged let it go, all my nigga's let it go "bang"
All my nigga's on the grind, yea we

Uh, uh, uh, uh

My friends roll Lexus and Benzes
Spend ends tremendous, uh
Like dough's endless
Been this nigga from the start
Was already hot
No

offend you
We both get what we want bro
I'm passin like Rondo
She passin like my Mya Moore
Hope she know she mi amore
Yeah
I hope she know she mi amore 
We

the back make her nose bleed
I go hard like Cialis
I know she told but i still want the Stallion
By the way i gotta girl and she like bitches
So if you fuck

it fast but I want it slow
I done had it I been broke by a pro
Now I got money still feel I ain't grow
When I'm down I be spending that dough
I buy