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(run it)
Sunshine on me
Every time I leave the crib I got it on me (brrt)
Got it out the mud, I did it by my lonely (yeah)
Pop my shit, done bein'

shit out the crocker like Betty
All a nigga need 'bout ten racks, he'll pop you if you pop a thirty
My lil' nigga do dirty, he just need the lil

can't leave without it

21 Savage

I Am > I Was

2018

from Osama Bin Laden
Lil' nigga he signed this shit (straight up)
I'm 4L Gang, if you reach for my chain
Then a nigga gon' die in this bitch (on God)

to the A-N-K-R-O-L, Bankrol Jon, remember the name

Bankrol, that kid who been rappin' in spazzin And he been puttin' on for the city by the bay
Bankrol from Texas, he

Gangsta Gangsta

N.W.A

Greatest Hits [Bonus Track]

1996

time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
Ren said, "Let's start some shit!"
I got a shotgun, and here's the plot
Takin' niggas out

way 'cause we superfly
I'm 'bout to raise the prices I swear to God
R-O-C y'all know how we ride
Bangladesh, CyHi, Lil Jon
Let's go (Bangladesh)

To the windows to the wall I call Lil Jon and he get low 

Call me Vincent I get in that van and gogh 

  

  

Pop out on opp by suprise. you would think he

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

Get Throwed

Bun B

Rap-A-Lot 25th Anniversary

Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh

Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,

some Prada high top, I'm cashin' out on a lot
Turn this shit back up a notch, fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout

I'm back with the racks out the bank

Fuck You

Dr. Dre

2001

1999

blowing up my pager, the shit's gettin major
A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her
Something to go by and bitches know why
Stuff dick in they

It's My Time

Rick Ross

Port of Miami

2006

It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)

I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't

talkin' 'bout we gotta move
Eviction notices, I got 'em too
Movin' dolo, this was not a group
Knockin' 2Pac and a lot of Snoop
Got the hang of this shit

blowin' kisses at me
But slow yo' role hoe
Lil mama strictly dick
I'm the bitch that got you lame hoes talkin' shit
I'm off the glass got these niggas

Them niggas gotta hear what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, Lil' Z? 
On your set with some real shit, nigga (I

play
Yeah, and I did this shit by my damn self
Stayed up over night plannin'
All my meal real so I dare a pussy nigga to
Try to knock me off i got his

and my niggaz grant wills

Niggaz talkin shit but they ain't got no skills

Lookin like they full of shit your niggaz named you no frills

Don't let me

static
Don't do no talkin', have yo' shit together when we come
I got too many brothers that done died by the gun
I murder from the heart, so you can

I'm talkin' 'bout OTF
Shout out my nigga Lil Durk, let's go (glah, glah)

Mac and rugers, clap him like hallelujah
Like where my brother Boona, shit

we Ken and Ryu and shit
I used to hesitate, took my heart
Told my head, "Lil' bitch quit playin' and do this shit"
When you on like this
Every bad

go, "Brrt," and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match?
Them niggas sweet, for that lil' one shit that we did they ain't get back
We got the drop

hit the block and I skated
I had took them folks out, I ain't talkin' 'bout datin'
I got heavy, Lil Debbie, I'm havin', I'm cakin'
cnd I promise we

that light
Light off in that spot, knowin' that we could rock
Doin' the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop, like "Freeze"
We makin'

motherf***er
P**** act up and get f***ed in this motherf***er

Verse 4 Lil Jon
lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
Lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown