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Now They Don't Ask

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition

lil' girl
That shit ain't cheap, thirty-five a fuckin' tee
Ho think she can hang now
Find out she was fuckin' Reece
Bitch, you with the gang, now,

that nigga ain't shit five
They knowin' that nigga had lil' four rob his best friend, slime
Haha, they say he out here on that shit now
I said I had

Microphone

Slaughterhouse

SlaughterHouse

2009

piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up

I'ma get this money by myself
I'ma get this money by myself
I'ma rob a nigga for his wealth
I'ma get this money by myself

I'ma get this money by

around popped them niggas by one

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
How I be when money come, niggas that hate me stay begging for sum
Like no you lil bitches

around popped them niggas by one
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
How I be when money come, niggas that hate me stay begging for sum
Like no you lil bitches

might just hop off that lot in a Bentley
You on some "this is how it is" so you livin by what you drop in that kidney
Matta fact (Uh)
Tell your lil bitch

like a big dog
But somehow, I'm still the same
I was raised up by Rob and Wayne
I'll keep this cash, you take the fame
Know they gon ask you how you do

Ey man, I'mma tell it like this, man
I don't give a fuck how
Much time you done did
How many niggas you done shot, you done rob
You still ain't

the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my

I'm Talkin' to You

T.I.

King

2006

come in to offer he don't even wanna rob ya
You done fucked up and started shit wit some real shit starter
You don fought with a chopper holla what it

drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,

Whatever

Baby Bash

Baby Beesh Presents What's Really! Game One

2000

grams and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me

[Lac]
Look if I pull up

(T-Rob)

This is not lil baby, my name T
My first name Official, 
But my imperfections what make me the best that I can be
Losses I've been taken,

bought her a computer
I might fuck a bitch with no ankles
But I still maneuver no mobile banking
I'ma fuck around and rob the Uber
I just saw my Uber
Now I

and fat?
Because by asking for salt you’re only proving that fact

You can’t hurt me sucka
Cuz every single lil thing hurts me sucka
Tough luck if you tryna

Fuck what you heard man them young niggas turn up
Bnb in da a with the hoes and my feet up
Try to rob me bet that lil boy get put up
Dissin' the gang

the corner
Rob your ass, get them duffle bags And full them up with dollars
Heard you on the gram acting up thinking you tough
Tell that lil boy he pussy, he

You say you got cash, I got this FN nigga imma rob ya
She gave me that good brain, I got clear vision
She a eye doctor, boy I do not play
C’mon try me,

Nigga we not playing he tried to rob and that's when them shots rang
I got up and got things bitch I remember I used to be boxed in
That nigga not

mine
Big booty with some brown hair and some lipstick
Ouuu my shorty hella fine
Nigga rob from me he got shot up in his fucking leg
Now he walkin' just

Yo wifey is a eater, I wouldn't pay to keep her, We gone rob yo ass let you think u getting a feature Bullets heat you up leave you running with

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)