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Yea yeah I get paper
Gon fly you out to Jamaica
Lil shawty smooth operator
Get that cash back quick and the I flip it like uhhh
Tryinna rob my shit

Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!

Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't

ain't Aaron (Aaron Brooks)
Nigga murkin' bitches, got me feelin' like 2Pac, "Do we hate our women?" (Hate our women)
I'ma kill lil' shawty by fuckin' her

onnat
Wha ay
Lil bitch yea I'm onnat
Huh yee
Lil bitch yea we onnat

It's a blick up
It's a blick up
Niggas rob you for yo shit
It's a stick up
Run that

Pour a 4
Knock me to the east
And i got that stick on me
Unless you tryna pop
I got the stick
World War Z
You Tryna Rob
Gliss out with the gang
We

but baller n**** they act broke
You might call it f***** up by my n***** call it facts tho

Never stress about the lil s***
Cause I got bigger reasons

thangs, 'cause once the world was
bringin' me down.
Mesmerized, controlled by the other side,
and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . .

Wish:
. .

Masquerade

M.O.P.

Masquerade

2002

to rock shoes by Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah)
We still grip arms Brook Norm down shit
The street don't want that watered down shit

just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
moma swung

my daughter, ayy
Got so much ice on her, ayy
Did you see my mother, ayy
Did you see my father, ayy
They been lost me back then, I was
Raised by a bunch

Walk around the mall with a motherfucking chainsaw
Hanging with a goth bitch by the fucking  graveyard
She says my necklace made of bones go hard

Aye
Hold on
Uh
Look
Right
Yea
Right
I got Demons on my side
I got, hold on
Aye, look
Smoke in front the corner store
Cops passing by while we going

homeboy but
Ain't no love round here
There's crack down here
Nines and macks down here lil niggas will
Jack to be exact down here, phines down here
Niggas

niggas I call em big lexy
Lil moma she looking real sexy
She hit me up saying she wanna sexy me
She slid in me dm tryna be my bm
I told her nuhhuh baby I

niggas that rob, they just one call away
All of my love, threw it all away, I give you love and you throw it away
Your love so good, and if I could, I'd go

purgin', we hop out Suburbans 
Like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back
I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin'
I pull that bitch out then I

of your big brother, he a bum probably
Ho niggas can't come 'round me, I might have lil' bruh rob him

Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm CEO, they know we put shit in

K's Up

Crips

Bangin' on Wax: The Best of the Crips

Lil' nigga you... you outta line right there lil' homie, you step down"

"Naw... fuck you 'cause
 You better get my shit back 'fore you get busted on"

how it goes
You know how it goes
Yeah we getting paid
Bad bitches go insane 
Gotta keep the same pace
Gotta make it for the gang 
Reggie Rob I do my

rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day

Be getting money with the wise guys
Say u run a bag up, nigga likewise
All these bitches screwing over nice guys
Lil bitch tryna fool me baby nice try

on me had to relocate
My niggas rob you if you got the cake
Get to the money real fast aint no break
Moving to fast got bagged by the jakes
On the box

all on tv
Driving up Golf Link road damn near hit a deer
Lil moma head all In my lap I'm just trying to steer
Fly shit louie V to T lil moma hoe gear