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got no money boy, how you flex?
Boy ya' geeked about that bitch that's my ex
What you mean that's your girl? We had sex
She want me to buy pearls for

I know you don't know much about me
I don't know much about you (Would you be my)
I'm thinking of what we might be
Planning out what we might do
Why

Get My Money

Pimp C

The Sweet James Jones Stories

2005

why'knahmean?
Yeah bitch it ain't gon' never quit ho
(Piiimp!) Yeah bitch throw it up in the air ho!

[Pimp C]
Sweet Jones, what'chu know about it bitch
Get out

flipped

A 90's baby but, fuck with the 80's

By 30, I'm finna' be richer than JAY-Z

Rap God, Slim Shady

Got fans like the Navy

Need Young Money, Cash

When I pull up on you 
She say she like the way I move
That's what I like about her too
Now I'm falling, sprawling
Feel this relationship stalling

Smoke Somethin'

Gangsta Pat

Tear Yo Club Down

1999

rolled up about four and blew back to back
After that it was time for another sack
While we sittin' on the couch and was talkin'
Before I knew it man my

Y’all some clowns thinking y’all own this shit
You all sound the same or only a little different
Callin yourself the greatest alive but we know

Then they try to extort a gangsta
I'm someone important
Don't step in my office
I ain't about no talkin'
Be sippin' my coffee while
Bullets is sparkin'

Twentynine thousand two hundred days
If you multiply 80 years by 365 days you will get 29200 days
If you live to be 80 years old
Then this is about

Don't say sticks and stones
They might break your bones
But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome
I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin'
Huh,

Rabble Rouser... I dabble in her blouse
So smart... suckin' me's like Scrabble in her mouth
Shut the fuck up... what you babblin' about?
Fuck with me

Tried By 12

Funkstörung

Additional Productions

1999

Don't say sticks and stones
They might break your bones
But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome
I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin'
Huh,

Where the Gangstas At

B-Legit

Hempin' Ain't Easy

1999

them niggas run up
They fucked, now what

Huh, who's that?
(Kurupt, Mack 10)
That nigga Kurrupt 
G'z up, hoes down, muthafucka blaze up
D.P.G.C.

again

Triple Kross
Talkin bout slime business 
What's slattin then

Get it off
Buss down them packs
Them jays 
They come back again

Running to the money

[Trick] One 

[Yung Wun] 
y'all done fucked up now 
OH SHIT 
Ryde Or Die Nigga 

Its Yung Wun with the big gun 
What you gon do boy 
You betta sit

Baby, you got my heartbeat racing
It's something about you that makes me go crazy
But I got what you need
And you got what I need
I know what we have

Niggas wan' play like "Oh what it is"
Talkin' like "That nigga know what it is"
But when 44 come, that shit don't come
That nigga gon' run bang
Get

words, they the ink
It's like my music my diary
Know what i mean
But anyway
(Jay)
(Look)
Funky gas smell aroma got me spraying Glade
Childish ways but I'm

JT Jay Z vibe
the holy grail
It's a lonely road Up ahead homie
Just be yourself

on a roll,
You see how it goes,
MVP,
Yeah Mans so wavy,
Champ like Brady,
Boss like jay z,
Charged up Like Elon musk,
Fuck up the game turn these yutes into

a day
About four pounds a week
Went back to drinking OE
Just to see what I could see
Under the snakeskin, a bunch of fake grins
Shakin’ ‘em it’s just me

success in this game
Look at the way that life changed
Pure diamonds on my chain
Stock portfolio diversified money ain't a thang
Like Jay Z and Jermaine

dance and dine and wine
Can hang with us most anytime
Boys are boys, we can't do without
In every man there's a boy about
Come lay your head, boy,

with me
I already know what you think about
Yeah I got my the stick, we go bang it out
I'll give you a tip when I bring him out
If you come through