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gang 
Or run some shit over
Blrrrd, yeah

Ayy
Kutthroat business, lil' dog, get your throat slit 
My nigga went flodgin', he don't think that I

my head up my dick is
Being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look at the reflection

fuck them niggas don't send condolence
Lil' one made him kill his moms, nigga done died inside his arms
Fentanyl inside his lungs, got green tips

talkin' for a night, gon' glide on em
Pull out the rocket like, do we have a problem
I feel like Lil Wayne, what's the good to a Garbo
Killin' any beat,

my money
Me and Baby gettin freaked by this chick named Honey

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
All over the world y'all
I love them girls y'all
When it be

America

Mac Miller

Macadelic

2012

the world as simple, but complex in the design
I spent some time just thinkin'
Where did that get me? High, more drinkin'
Now my head empty, so can it last

got some scars on me (you know)
Just gettin' started, you don't really wanna start with me
It's John Q, I would sacrifice the heart in me for family

feelin like Bruce Wayne
Got some ties that a take a nigga shoes mane
Switchin rides now it's feelin like doomsday

Gettin fucked up wit my niggas

in this pack
Ayy, say lil bitch, let go on the drill
Got these Glockys, by my side, so you know it's gettin' real
How you want some fuckin' smoke, you

Woah
I ain't gettin no sleep
(I ain't gettin no sleep)

I been turnt since summer
I been geeked all week
I ain't gettin no younger
I ain't gettin no

on ya leg
You ain't getting money up
Then we take it by force
We put a lil' Louis bag on ya head
I took a Perc', but I think I need more
I pop a 56654
You

Back Up

Q-Unique

The Reggaetony Album

2005

on the DL
Even though my head spinning
Like some sprewells
Skip the details
Its the vodka bottom line
that's testin my patience like doctors
I'm not impressed

'bout mine, put it all on the unit ('Crete)
Movin' in silence, don't talk, rather do it
Countin' these racks, gettin' fly, rockin' Junior
Wannabe, yes,

and design
Sanitize the inner prize
The plan is amplified
Fans are f'n tired
By the need, provided me
Allowing me to open the
Show is over, no promoter

X-Is Coming

DMX

It's Dark and Hell Is Hot

1998

bark, they hear the boom, but you see the spark
And I see the part of your head which used to be your face
Leave you placed by nothin', for bluffin',

bust on Bad Boys, brothers touch for life
Plus Puffy trying to see me
Weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA
Some mark-ass tricks
We keep

could even be this lit
Ha, just play with the head a lil bit
You could move skinny hoe this some thick shit
Buss it down like you a real bitch, thick

for the pesos 
They know, I play the telly like wayne grove

Knock knocks and in calls, I'm used to the traffic (Soft)
My head red resembles jessica

head I think she's Ivy League
You don't compare to me this ain't a rivalry
We still in this bitch like a robbery
Better have some good aim you send shots

Jump Jiggy

Lil Wayne

Lights Out

2000

Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride" 
Have you heard about, shorty be

fam, hey
Let me ride when you see me, aye

Niggas wanna be me
Know some women that wanted to leave me
I ain't tryna get defeated
I'ma get rich or die

Bad lil chick from Puerto Rico
cka miss cappchino
(She loves) ad lib Grey goose only no Tito's
Loves to tease me and call me Chico 
Hit her with

Samba Hop

Branford Marsalis

Music Evolution

1997

you see what I see
Someone took it to a whole new level
And as I think
My mind's on the brink
Some consider me as a rebel
A rap devil
Controlled by

eleven, I had put a gun to my head
Told myself I'd never be twelve
Bought a revolver to stack up my cheese
No macaroni, I'm keepin' the shells
Told my lil