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and ronnie
Black lonnie, d-mack, and michael
{*blam*} ha ha! a.k.a. psycho (what?!)
Me and nick styles used to get piles of cash (c'mon!)
My man reg kept

the punishment for him who intended an evil act with your wife, except
That he be put in prison, or suffer a painful torment
Joseph said, It was she that sought

cuz I've never once folded or shown no movement
Put the Tool to Man in a better-known show, that's Home Improvement
Called up the salon and they ain't

Glizzy KB we was running shit on Lowe
Twoino gone be free I swear that nigga coming home
I gotta reach my goal
Baby I was thuggin I felt all alone
Now they

Best Believe

Pete Rock

NY's Finest

2008

I'll recruit ya
I talk with slang that swang like Slick Rick chain
King Tut's my new nick name
I'm at the Knicks game when it's on
I get Nuggets so

I try to find myself
And while I do that I disguise myself
To a point where I feel I'm by myself
But man fuck all that
Yeah, yeah
Man done all that

RIP my babies nigga
Whole lotta dog shit on us, these niggas can't fuck with us man
Ayy, huh
Ten racks on me, thick bitch with me
Four-nick on me,

Junior high, nigga I drive
Get what you got if it's off by a nose
This shit for the house but this ain't no Lowe's
Grabbed me some pots cause I live by

Fuck it hey Buck, I told you, my nigga
Turn the track up a little bit
In my ear drums, man, need to hear that
Detail it's so gangsta

Snoop Dogg i

New God Flow.1

Ghostface Killah

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw

a nigga took a knee for the ones that was killed by the murderous police
Cus' you a Greek god and I'm the real one
You turn the other cheek and I'm tryna

Signs in Life

Kano

Home Sweet Home

2005

conscious my sisters
And by your worst, you will get paid

Look, you can do moves on the street
Id rather spit bars on the beat
Id rather that than nick cars

Up on the Hill
There's an old cul-de-sac
Where I finally learned how to pray
Surrounded by all
Of the brothers and sisters
That I made while

to God I see the day I make a couple billions (One day man)
The director of this shit, my film crew ready for that action
Who stay creeping on my block,

down by the lonely Christmas nights
Oh St. Nick you know that I don’t want more
Than that pretty boy who lives next door
He’s all I want, he is my whole

a poncho
Like a pizza man at papa John's I jus want the dough

Nigga got his ye's stolen thought he was very buff
Mane That shit fucked up what they did too

put your hands
To the mothafuckin' sky
Man I use to be so broke
I was barley getting by
Now I'm 30,000 feet
On a plane in the sky
Everybody put your

Lefty Van Lowe:

Making moves 'til me and my niggas make the offers 

Money matters I learned that from the shadow walker 

I like the G Wag, my moms

Move

Q-Tip

The Renaissance

2008

right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude

I can feel it in my soul
I don't want that bitch I told to get back, had to slow down
You can call me Sub Baby, or call me Mr. Lowe
Rather be by

My mind is not imprisoned
Fuck what they was saying I'm A dreamer with a vision
By the time I'm 35 Nick London will be cemented
Please enjoy

(Aye lemme hear that hoe jeff)

Flyer than these n****s like a jet on a Thursday 
I heard it through the grapevine when I was in Irving 
My shooter

Fuck that bitch then drop her off at Lowe's
I'm too fresh n yes so cold
About to get icy but I stay in the zone
Nigga I'm too hard from the meat

and I’ll do it by my lonely  

Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby  

He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony.  

Want him dead