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pissed off
Get off, RTA my denim know you see da cross
Rick Ross, pockets fat as hell nigga I'm a boss
Jon Ross, niggas need a show cuz dey all talk
These

Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[rick] me and nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are billboard charters
[rick] me

Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where

have you singing like Dieana Ross

After that back to the money

Imma send her off

Move in silence 

Do  it by  my self 

Nigga  fuck a call



Nigga

ask where I'm from and I say I'm from the stars
You can have your city Imma make it big on Mars
By the time I blow up Imma have a flying car
We gonna

big dawg, gotta eat
Like I'm Rick Ross, we lost, you a sheep
Man, I'm Big Sean, finally famous, a machine
Man, I'm ticked off, little raw, little me,

the biggest boss
And I'm working hard I been feeling like the biggest dawg
And these pockets fat they reminding me of Rick Ross
Now I shop at Neiman's been

trying to figure out the secret, what the trick about
Hiding highness from my mama was so normal then
I walk around with 40 pens, fuck you whores

to the pad 
KC got the bricks off through his dad 
From then on
KC knew he was the man
Bout a month passed 
Rick doing bad
He done lost it all
Man gone mad

Why can't you just go stick to your job
That Maybach, feel like Rick, feel like Ross
At the draft, first round pick, Randy Moss
I call up, "Where you

Forest Heights where I'm from
You give krag weg if you run
Heard that bum bum bum bum
Not the klopse with the drums
Heard they stiek ouens for fun

dem fat like Rick Ross
(Woii)
Think fast when di ting buss
Cause it quick like it come outta di slingshot (Woii)
Dem ah hide when di ting pop
Dem cyaan

lethal/
Watching over those that I protect high from a steeple/
Ain't no need to fear the good guys are here/
Evil doers beware by standers stand clear/

Rick Ross, I be with gunplay
You grind hard, you could reach this one day
I learned the game young, and knew that I would teach it some day
I'm bool,

on ol' Rick Ross status
Don't get flipped like you in gymnastics, uh
Niggas hard online, but in real life he made of plastic
You ain't built the way I'm

Rick Ross
Caught this nigga slipping from the side
And he got picked off
This bitch just send her address
And got picked up

He tried to run up on me

(Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm hustlin'

Hustle real hard (Rick Ross)
Hustle, hustle real hard (triple C's, Port of Miami)
Hustle real hard
Hustle,

others rapping soft like
A snowflake theres no way you can defrost mics
Im jack frost im bouta blast off tonight

I be thinking like a boss like rick ross

saying now
What we'd like to do at this point Is
Get some volunteers from the audience to i
Know you will
Oh God you will we need someheh heh heh
Now,

sauce 
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop 
Make ya rings pop 
Make that thing drop, make it hot 
Make you wonder how we

I'm from the bottom of the bottom where they torturing us
Can't tell me shit about the struggle you ain't been through enough
Ain't have no glass

bout no Rick Ross
Surrounded by sicarios
Always ready with them clips on
Straight like that
We ain't cool we ain't friends
We ain't family never been

give her the show like Rick ross
Tryna see if your the one
Tryna connect the dots
Man I really don't care
As long as you are here
That's all I really

for them
(Wait)
Where the hate from
(Wait)
Ain't nobody but you moving
All this talk with no real action
Getting bigger with the same distractions
They