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get caught slippin'
yea it might go down
don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down.

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
And I won't be slippin'
the boy's

Err, come on 
brr
What? What?
Brr
Ayo, ayo (err)

I'm in the hood (ah), eighty k house, million dollar neck (uh-huh, ah)
Shot off two hundred

I'm Ya Dogg

Snoop Dogg

Bush

2015

Freaky freak like it's the 80s
Fuckin' explicit, radio prolly say we
Should tone it down with the clean version
Dirty but in public you're like teen

nah, nah, start over
One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, don't be fucking up the count

Real explicit, I'm talking too many digits

you take mine off then hallelujah
Shando, count my blessings, spin around two times
Freaky freak like it's the 80s
Fuckin' explicit, radio prolly say we

I body your man 
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam 
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find

Stressin'

Plies

Gutta

2008

my dreads...
Dem fuck nigga's deserve to be dead...

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Chea I can't win for lossin' I'm stressin'...
I dropped a quarch of my

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

Future

DJ Khaled

We The Best Forever [Clean Version]

2011

I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit

Couple milli in the bag and my face good
Buy a chick a new pad when she taste good
10 chains, hustle hard: Ace Hood
Smoke? you know it taste good
Scoop

Couple milli in the bag and my face good
Buy a chick a new pad when she taste good
10 chains, hustle hard: Ace Hood
Smoke? you know it taste good
Scoop

And he heard that Rick vacating with his bitch
So they pulled up quiet 
Guns on silent 
Mask on tightly 
Caught 2 bodies 
One round back
Other one

Committed

Swollen Members

Balance

1999

Triple aces faces of death breath replaces 
Empty spaces explicit embraces 
The dream chaser lifelong commitance 
Brass knuckles white fists cue ball in

Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Deuce ace, it’s juke, gang
Whoa, whoa, aye
How y’all niggas feel y’all see me winning I can’t lose
I put in work I paid

Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Deuce ace, it’s juke, gang
Whoa, whoa, aye

How y’all niggas feel y’all see me winning I can’t lose
I put in work I paid

fast, throw shots
2-9, got the hood on lock
they all got killed ain't got no ops
Yeah
Put food on the plate for real
I know that I got what it takes for

Born an OG

Ludacris

Ruthless

2009

heard about me
I put four or five bullets in ya head (x2)

In ya head nigga. Young Gudda. Ace Hood homie.
And Ima ball like a dawg and I'm never gone

Remember back then walking in paces
Now the big body benz taking up two spaces
A home run once I filled them bases
I smoke pounds liquor come by the cases

I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what

Verse two: Too $hort

I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe

Born an Og

Ludacris

Welcome to Trill City

heard about me
I put four or five bullets in ya head (x2)

In ya head nigga. Young Gudda. Ace Hood homie.
And Ima ball like a dawg and I'm never gone

Here We Go [Jermaine Dupri Remix]

Too Short

Can't Stay Away [Clean]

1999

a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what

Verse two: Too $hort

I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherf**kers til

through yo hood
Top in front is the hood hood
You bitch suckn dick in my hood
I'm rapping a body in tin foil
I dip on police no good oil
I'm smocking

heard about me
I put four or five bullets in ya head (x2)

In ya head nigga. Young Gudda. Ace Hood homie.
And Ima ball like a dawg and I'm never gone

at chase
Niggas be mad cause I know that They fake
And they know I'm the one
Paid in full like I'm Ace
Came along way from ducking them Jakes
My young niggas