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to meet her
I only feed creagor
Cause creager the feeder
And yo man not a cheater
I play by the rules
And you ain't supposed to be here

We line them all up

No more being an addict
Still a beast still a savage
When it comes to me cabbage
Gotta get it gotta have it
Got no time to be a bum
Gotta take care

n'bia
O bia by nnukwu Mmanwu nke n bia

I'm the man of my city I hit the game back to back
Oburu e ma onye mbu
Nwa Architect Kam bu
Anam e kele onye nile

bars
Heard Ghostface was here twista
Shout out to them: Legends
I go by the name of Cassidy though
Let's get to it

My flow been ill
I never took it

a substantial risk
You weren't here for this
You can't heal from this
Get a taste of being abandoned
Getting singled out by yo family
Beaten, taken for granted

go dumb beef with bums
Are you SHITTING ME
Nina with drum that shit hum
Are you SHITTING ME
I'm ya favorite rapper idol
Are you SHITTING ME
A couple

the bench pressed with bums
When in the headsets
Make the heads bend in the bars
Cos the hats match
Out the box
Where they gon inspect
My sound like

show some respect son, or get locked up in a casket
And get slapped like a couple of brat kids

And drop like acid till you hallucinate
And you're

conception

So show some respect, son
Or get locked up in a casket
And get slapped like a couple of brat kids
And drop like acid till you hallucinate

you, pay me or it's a sanction 
He was just tryna beat it I was tryna jack son
No cap rap he wanna give a bitch head like snap back 
He'd be lucky if he

Intro/Rise from the Dirt

Lloyd Banks

V6: The Gift

2012

tour gun
Bring them nigga that need 'em that his son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a long run
Powered by all

Swap Meet Louie

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

to get bum rushed
She's strapped an' she's ready to bust
But at the swap meet you don't pay tax
They're movin' out fake Louie by the batch

Swap Meet

Hobo's Lullaby

Kinky Friedman

From One Good American to Another

1995

a bum. 
Cause if your mother lived, she'd love you, 
You are still your mother's son. 

So go to sleep, my weary hobo, 
Let the towns drift slowly by

disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year

Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50

My Kung Fu

Mr. Scruff

Keep It Solid Steel, Vol. 1

2004

the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,

oh Bill
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you gotta be a father to a girl

Fire [Remix]

Fabolous

More Street Dreams, Pt. 2: The Mixtape

2003

Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks
Is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums
That's pocket

the bum and the son 
Two braids and a man bun
Sleeping in my mattress 
Stayed warm wit fire lit matches
When the ghost train come
Ashes to ashes
 
Skeletons

only son 
She want me get ah job 
Like I'm a lazy Bum or sumn'
I'm tryna' hit Tha Block 
And make it off this Blow or sumn'
I know that ima Blow or sumn'

to yell
And look at all the people following me
I got the loyal ones
Some fake royal bums
Always trying to borrow from me
And I'm done son
I couldn't help

never understand how you call yourself a man
Look at how many years you neglected a son
Never asked you for advice cuz you're a bum
We're all candles in

as an innocent son
From a young’n that come up from under tenement slum
Where ya raised by the sword blade, get killed by a gun
So thus, this is the way that

level, why would I be fuckin' with you
I can only afford to win, so baby why would I lose, bitch
I, won't stop holding grudges you bitches ain't gettin' by

of the cross, father, son, gifted with the holy spirit
Stop with the fucking slacking, you should go and get it
Bars set on the top of the Eiffel
If I fall, back