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ain't know how in
The fuck I be livin'
When I bust your rib in you
Know I'm gon' get it
I pull up and make all you dummys go get it
I got a key in the bag

Like a piston and come get your girl she got me all in her mentions
And I’m crankin the beat and you know
I ain’t missin’ if you disrespect the squad you

Like a piston and come get your girl she got me all in her mentions
And I'm crankin the beat and you know
I ain't missin' if you disrespect the squad you

really afford her
On top of that they laughed when you said you was a performer
Barely making money ain't no money in your savings
So your lady get

Street Rules

Skillz

From Where???

1995

cliques pullin sweet vicks (uhh)
Fulfullin cream dreams, takin niggaz out the mix
Nine-pound locked down by you and yo' crew
But watch yo' back nigga (why?)

Interlude 5

Lauryn Hill

MTV Unplugged No. 2.0

2002

everybody could just exhale, let your belly out, you know, and chill. You know. But people get mad at me when I say, Look, let's stop frontin'. And I'm

rake it in bag it up 
And be loose in the breeze because the po po's they be watching me   
I gotta hit the streets then I'm out when I make a g 

Do you

Lookin' at everybody, is you home
You can't pick it up or answer on the phone
Wait a minute, yeah, by you, I'm the banana

Poppin' in your mall, put that

speak I could make you invest 
Gifted by my gab 
Get the bag 
It’s a god given grab 
When I get it I will not give it back 
Love to make 'em mad like my

some shit
Bitch you know ima star
When that check clear ima ball
Take my dawgs to the mall
Buy my momma a car
Put some shit up on my arms
Go get my

dodging the Reaper, boy, try your best

Boy, try your best
I got the dog, get me Michael Vick
Ah, fuck, it make them sick
I ain't giving a feature, you

to your image
Not offended when you call me genius
All that means is

So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand, then I palm trees
So when you throw shade

gotta pack em in the bag
I keep it clean, blessed
You niggas hoping that we crash
This is the boom room, ain't nothing but a lot of cash
Ready to come

niggas be phony
Mind your own business stop being nosy
Go Run up a check and get you some money

When the check drop bouta blow me a bag
No stress cause

sickening
Indica had me in my feelings and
I want you to love me for my differences
Want you to love me
Cause when I was down bad without a bag nobody gave me

calling my phone please leave me alone
I got the message I wasn't stressing
You was on your own thing and it was a blessing
Now i'm getting to the bag (Aye)

a bag got it saturation  

Use your imagination, I'm seeing colors you know I stay faded
Roll up a blunt, grab the lighter and blaze it
Opened the pack up

[Intro/Chorus:]
Woo-woo, Yeah Yeah, Woo-woo, It's about that time
Woo-woo, You better pack your bags cause this cd about to ride out now

Come

Put 'Em On

Timbaland

Tim's Bio [Clean]

1998

the turf (what?)
Maybe I'll tap your gla**, I got some cheers for you
For they yak can't hold me back

So baby, wha**up with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

for movies when we sentenced
Then it's back to Gucci
Louis
Where my fetti nigga
Who's this stupid truly
Planet drool you oozing
Pack a toolie tightly

Infinite when the pen moving inspired by the most infamous
Industry push drug abuse raps coming back and they sensing it
Blacking out like venom it's

A Million and 1 Buddah Spots

Redman

Dare Iz a Darkside

1994

stay strapped like two packs of lubricants 
It's gonna hurt, no it's not a gat experience 
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar 
And if your

niggas got took out the game and they can't play again
These hoes judge you by your money, that's the way it is
A fuck a nigga with the bag just to say she

don't want the freak
I need a bag ain't shit free
Nigga I'm a beast you gotta pay the fee hey
I need my money so I can take it and invest it
And when I