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Can you love a thug? And everybody bangin'
We be crankin' every time it's up
And if I show her off, I know it's good
Nobody real as her
'Cause you know

I'm too real for the gimmicks
Always watch my space, cause you come trippin', I'ma flip it
Cause I just wanna live, but the system tryin' to kill me

bouta like cause he LOVE this shit
Poppin’ shit don’t you know Ima boss
Got the crown Rick Ross
Hate on me and still stalk
Got the game fucked up
Beezo

Kept It Too Real

Plies

Real Testament [Amended US Version]

2007

every nigga gon show his hand in due time
I kept it so muthafukkin real wit you that I was blind
Cuz I was too busy showin love I ain't see tha signs

up that shit hella crisscross
Ass fat rick ross
Getting bags from the stores 
Listen im the boss
Yall need to pass the torch
Yeah the done give it up

talk too much ion gotta speak bout blat I need my respect
I need forgiveness for him n my debts
Imma be real I'm not hearing I'm next
I think I'm sent

like cuz he LOVE this shit
Poppin shit don't you know ima boss
Got the crown Rick Ross
Hate on me and still stalk
Got the game fucked up
Beezo da reason

the town
But I gotta dip wit the sause
Come back wit da chicken like Rick Ross 
Ooo
Ooo Loss nah I'm on winning street
Whip don't look real
Something outta

too late okay
Pre hook
This the one they can’t take
Regardless can no one imitate
When you real you just tolerate fake
Thin line between love

bae I don't need no hoe
Build
On our grind we building
Droptop on life no ceiling
Like Ross we stay, scheming
Reels
Nah
This real life no fuck ups
Whip,

[Verse 12: Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame
The boss made it, yeah we floss

so chill don't need no friends 
Cause where was you wen I was in dat field 

Swear Im finna takeoff in this b***h FEELIN like Rick Ross 
Imma boss in

Fat bitch, hell nah, I be blowing fuckin heat
Bitch you better call Saul (What?)
50 free, Rick Ross
Big titty bitches shaking ass down the hall (Baaah)

Cake ave  im the boss Rick Ross


Talk real shit 

Fake niggiz pissed 
Branded myself  cut from
 Different cloths 


 Top seed in any bracket 

 Higher

Words 2 My First Born

Above the Law

Until the End of Time

2001

on the pillow, say a prayer one love
To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned
Help you make it through

the bathtub,
Little bit wine, finish up wit a back rub,
Ooooo,
Beautiful but your still thug,
Matching my vibe got me thinking that it's real love,
Ooooo,

Top

I.B.S.

Cam'ron

Killa Season [Clean]

2006

(oh)
What hurt my baby moms askin if I'm gettin high (what the fuck you talkin about?)
She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love
If it ain't

Zoom

DJ Black

Life Stories: Dragged & Chopped

2008

the club like

[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad

Where Do We Go [Clean Version]

Twista

Look What You Made Me [f.y.e. Exclusive]

2007

Wanna bet, what
(Take it all you need me)
That he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out here to deal with
Make it competition go sit

Bye

Bitch What?

Hoes on my dick I'm too Playa
Twin glocks on me like tomb raider 
I can never trust a bitch cause I need strips 
I'm bouta re up yea I

I be like hello
I'm way too distracted by the things that you post
I don't need to practice I'm the host with the most
Y'all are just actors
Y'all are

Need somebody who will stand by me
Through the good times and bad times
She will always
(Al Geno on the track)

Whatchu say? Yeah, whatchu say?

to auctioneer
He trying to get your soul for real
Trying to be Rick Ross a boss but he already lost
He ain't got power he just a face like mascot
I'm ready for

that's why I leave them on read 
Rapping need to pay they better run me a cheque 
You ain't gotta like me, you gotta show me respect
Raised with some thugs