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Pull up that 50, I feel the young boom
Like, what up, bro, you's a fat goose
Close him up just like a goddamn maggot

Like, you's a Jew, I hit him light,

to fuck Nicki get her pregnant on purpose
We throw 100s and 50s them other boys hurting
What this yo first night well bitch stop acting nervous
We known for

didn't have to lie (Yeah)
Miss your presence, can't shed a single tear, no niggas can't cry (Yeah)
I'm never gonna see yo ass in the next life (Yeah)
So

dog again acting Hollywood again 
I just fucked Her and Her friend i was the man back then 
Cant get fifty cents from the bitch 
misfire with no hits

like me out here, nigga)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (uh-huh, I'm on yo' ass nigga, I don't play no games)

Pull up in a all-black Impala four deep, me and my

the twilight gets lonely
She blowing up my phone like, "I need you to come hold me"
Sideways in the driveway I be rolling
We wrap eachother in a cocoon and she

Check (Let's Ride)

Lil' Flip

U Gotta Feel Me

2004

and the power
we got more cake to make let's ride

[Verse 1]
They thought I'd be another one hit wonder
until I pulled up to the VMA's in one big Hummer
you know

while you run up
What you know bout sacrificin' done ups
White tee while you run up
Reminiscin' bout them hard times
We couldn't afford to store
25 cents

Throw Your Flag Up

Bobby Digital

Digital Bullet

2001

[Intro: RZA]
Eh-yo, Kinetic
What up God? You got that glock cleaned?
Soaked those bullets in oil?
So yo, I'ma call the Black Knights up

give a fuck what you think or say,
Cuz we gonna rock this whole place anyway

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so let`s fight

by the bar (bar)
Why don't you grab your girls and come chill wit a star?
We up in VIP, drinks on me
Swag on tight with a gangsta lean
Everybody know

Fuckin' Wit Dank

Pooh-Man

Life of a Criminal

1992

Hey yo, Pooh Man get your lyrics together
For this next song, man
Ant man, I gotta fire up this dank first
I ain't fuckin' with nothing till I hit

Freedom of Speech

Above the Law

Livin' Like Hustlers

1990

Yo, what's happenin, man?
Yo, they tryin to come down on the ATL when whe speak
They say we on a negative tip
What's up?

Now I'ma kick

all my knuckles cos you know that I always hit
Let's go one on one, your face to my fist
Baby, yeah you know that my ass likes to keep it fit
Gonna

him corn on the cob
Only thing in life be fuckin' me up is when I pour that
Dirt in my cup, it's checks on checks, we runnin' it up
Yo bitch outside,

Chronic, we pulling up for all the smoke
Long ass barrel like the name Mississippi
Thought I was a lick now ya situation sticky
Bitch i keep a glizzy

Hold Up

LL Cool J

Brass Knuckles

2008

I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling

Windpipe

Wu-Tang Clan

Belly

1998

mister whittendale your girl Chippendale 
Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench 
When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back

trynna get
I got all these bitch niggas here panicking
I’mma light this shit up like an ambulance
I know you niggas talkin slick
We can’t build unless you

ass bum, I know that you itch
He wearing blue they calling him stitch
Pussy ass boy and he gonna snitch
Got too high and I'm taking his bitch
We rolling

flow's so ass
Yo girl called and said, "Hey
Where's the show at?"
I'll probably stop rappin' when I'm fifty
But if I keep goin' into my sixties
Stop me,

and countin' hunnids, me too
You could tell by all the times we keep on winnin', we up
I could smoke a pound a day and by the night I reup

Can't imagine

till we get to the room
And we gon’ fuck until the noon
Fuck it I got in my bag
Yeah these niggas hatin’ on me mad
40’s hit his body up andand
Make his

humming
Imma cutthroat ass lil nigga I'm out here tryna kill my cousin
Hit my bitch I hit yo bitch so now we even man I love it
Lie to your honor for my