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My lil' jits just like shootin' up shit, they don't even really like to rap (huh?)
Ran off on ya, owe you one, the coke was color Doja Cat (it's

I Got Game

Nate Dogg

Nate Dogg

2003

the Yester Smith
Like a stick shift switch fast on a fag, 
Rucate rap, style ran up the ass
I'm a give you a pass cause I now that you'sa bitch
But next

Kapa-Haka, Firbhi (You) ran
Merko dekhke Bhaga-Bhaga kaisa man
In rap you walk-a,Imma Ran
Y'all talk Shawty-Shawta,Imma talk some gyaan

Barca tiki-taka (I'm)

hand, bout to be a homicide, nigga, Ted Bundy
These crackers trying to take my mans from me
Told big brother he should've ran from me
Rap industry scared

still on my lap
Ion like to deal with the cap young nigga trying to get a mill off the rap
I just ran up a lil money playing round in the trap and I'm

they sayin' that ThaJit back Jit back huh
You don't get that get that I be comin' with the hit rap, hit rap
Ran it up now you want to talk shit I could

ones you won in craps
You ain't hit em them is taps
We might smear him like a pap
Yea the day that hell will freeze up be the day I give up rap yea
Ran

the crown too heavy
Got me some packs, wanna talk about rap
I done ran through tracks, i done done too many
Got my foot on the gas i'm ready
Try not to swerve

her back because you didn't have a plan
Stay in your lane yeah you can't even rap I just snatched it and ran
I be playing on the field you be watching

from my past would help me standout
It took a decade plus for that plan to even pan out
I stuck to guns when most of these local rap niggas ran south
All

Cry baby in the splits while I smack it
Step on the scene make em scream 
Like they’ve seen Michael Jackson 
I was singing now I'm back on my rap shit

made a mess
Ran in my spot then he ran to the feds like this ain't it
I started this rap shit then I ran with it
Bro passed me the Glock and I ran with

needs a break
there's so much shit taking place!!

He's lying he's not the man
RAP to RAN 
from rhythm and poetry 
to rhythm and nothing else
money's

man you must be phony
How you get your own style how you do that
How you learn to write songs who taught you to rap

I just ran and did my own thing
I

Muzyka i ja polscy Bonnie i Clyde
Nie zatrzyma nas CBŚ ani FBI patrz
Robię tutaj rap świeżych ran
Dobre obyczaje są jak kłusownicy idą w las
Czas leci ale

playin' with that you can
See it on her nose
Rap nigga ran off with a bag
He don't know no better (He ain't know)
Got some head out her
Left a couple

Remember

One Sunday, early afternoon

Summertime in June

I had jumped outta white van

I went to church with a rap group

Ran into me in the hallway

to peacock
Hands in his face
Like we was trynna make him beatbox
The rap game ran outta real
But I'm here to restock
I'll always be the king
Bitch I feel like

The games cold but it's fair
My road
To success was damaged
Felt every Pothole
From these traffic streets
And my back to feet
Made noise in rap
Then ran back

the rest
Never hint for less - you can print the press 

It’s f*** him and him and him and him
F*** a rap n****, ran up my own M’s

No co-sign - no d***-ride

can judge me I'm as real as it gets
Know my past set in stone so I don't live with regrets
Invested in myself, off rap, I ran up a check
Now shinin'

straight in your hands just like it publics
Niggas really ain't even thugs
Nigga stop that mean mugging
Niggas raps be ran through
They done left the fridge

taken back

Ask about me, no I'm strapped, they ain't taking jack
Before rap I ran in traps and used to take they sack
A real G stiff nigga, yeah there

I'm D-Rose, workin' my legs

Uhh, these rap niggas rapping to rap
Ran to the car, and got hit in his back
Lil' bro on the wheel, all the opps got left