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but now I got racks on the shelf
I ain't got no squad move the packs by myself
Plug called the phone said the pack is in the mail
Went to pick it up had

still couldn't run me
Out this rap game, it's I.N.C. for life
Niggas gonna know soon, cause Brownsville's trife
All up in the mix like blenders
Offenders,

the car lot, got a new toy (skrrt)
I got a backpack full of blue boys (stacks)
On the way to Eliantte in New York (ice)
Man, I got a trunk full of blue

got
But, now that I'm a little bit older
Got a little bit colder, got a little to my name
So, I gotta move on and make this work
And I steady gotta

of being famous
I just wanna meet Jesus
Cuz down here on earth there's no more
Black leaders
Just a bunch of fake preachers and
A whole lot of deceivers
It's

I'm Back

Slim Thug

G-Mixx

2015

I decide to rhyme no mo rhymes
I'ma still be well off
(cause bitch I'm back)

A born boss got nothin' to loose
Still shinin' in the game got

yeah, I was takin' trips (nyoom)
Charge the country boy so much, it damn near made me flip (well, damn)
Brought so many niggas there, they damn near got

(What's good BlacBoyy?)

Think it's a game, game, damn
She think of the gang
Baby, I ain't playing no games
Yeah, I ain't playing games
Pull off in

diamond language
Everything when they watchin'
Ride with the windows
I suppose you been told
Have a lil' sip, no shoes in my ‘Lo
Boss, sir, and when you

Play the game 4 quarters
Yeah I keep it one hundred
Real recognize real, recognize real
Real recognize real, real recognize real
Real recognize real,

Me, personally, I don't know a whole lot about these city streets
But I do know a little bit about where I come from
That's that CO, yeah, you know

and only, you can't clone me
Got a lot of haters and a lot of homies, some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me

always tryna hold a grudge
I did what I did, so it's done
Main objective, multiply the funds
Only here to have a lot of fun
But I'm dippin' once the fuzz

I was a lonely, heartbroke soldier boy
Just looking for a lady to annoy
She said she cost a lot
But I said I just want to talk
So she got in and I

fitness
I ain't ever been no witness
Siid got the mix on chemist 
Every record sound so Guiness
Surrounded in a circle full of winners 
& my niggas are my

Sometimes it feels
Like a lot of pressure
When we just tryna
Get by
Get by
Get by
Sometimes it feels
Like a lot of pressure
When we just tryna
Get by

4, 3, 2, 1

Redman

Survival of the Illest: Live from 125 NYC

1998

strong enough and then I'll call your bluff
Like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" 
I could go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot

Hard Life

Juvenile

I Got That Work

2000

your mom singin' "Hmmm, hmm, hmmm"
Cause nowadays lot of niggas got coward ways
So I ride with K's to knock off the side of heads
But I'm tryin'

that's my kind of rich
Independent, I don't need no nigga with me
I do everything quickly, don't believe me? Ask 50
I got game for these hoes, can't no

shit, dawg, you niggas don't know nothin', The only nigga we ever had in our motherfuckin' city, That nigga name is Sir Mix-A-Lot, But I'm not no Sir

and joked and drank a lot
Looked for trouble every chance we got
The perfect mix of brave and blind

In a rush to leave cause we had somewhere to get to
What

suck, they be weak
They be lying, I'm elite
Ay, haters, thanks a lot
I'm no pro, no, sir, I am not
Be like fruit, and please go rot
But you will sure now

split (I did)
Rappin got me off the ground
I got a little lifted
A flight to LA Cali bound
I think I am addicted
I’ll be shitting on anyone who hates

The real, for real , Rap-A-Lot Mafia Aaaaaahhhhh
It-wa it-wa it wa it was......
It was once said by your man who wouldn't quit
Stop bullshittin'