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say they got bitches, I got bitches too
Now I can't hide it
I'm dripping like Poseidon
We just vibin'
Cause its a vibe
No way to hide it
I been dripping

C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas

C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas

to a real G
It might get you killed b
Social media real thieves
They rob & conceal these lil' teens
All this Propaganda is the real scheme
& I’m the biggest

Victory 2004 [2004]

The Notorious B.I.G.

Bad Boy's 10th Anniversary... The Hits [CD & DVD] [Explicit]

2004

Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp

for a clue
We gon' send him to his maker, make his mama watch the news

Green dot lasers comin' outta G-class
I'ma hide it till I die, know you didn't

the nosebleeds (yeah)
Crushed diamonds, ashes in the Rolls Royce truck
Come from poverty, we won't even clean it up
I seen niggas die to this day still ain't

Taking my time lil bitch I'm in pace 
Ain't no fake nigga can smile in my face 
Do something funny bitch I'll catch a case
Swear u got loud but u

I can serve w it w ketchup 
Say that I’m too much to handle (Handle)
If you choose me it’s a gamble (Gamble)
I might rob you like sample
Make

a Glock on
Me with a laser sight
That lil nigga tried to cross me
We gon take his life
I do not know me why he tried to call me
He can’t stay the night
Is

(Valious)
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Headshot
This might take off his dread locks
You can run but you can’t hide
Lil bro don’t try
We got sticks all on our

at the store
Had to switch plugs shit was getting too hot
They gon be hurt if we cut the supply
I used to keep a lil stash in the tires
My niggas on go like we

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

you can keep running and running but I bet you can't hide
Because I'm on the prowl and now living life to the fullest
The foolish, is Lil' Rob happy? It

fuck?)
I was gon' rob Lil Uzi with a big pump (boom)
I was gon' rob Lil Pump with a big Uzi (brr)
They gon' put money on my head, tryna get to me

by Myself right
I had to bring my niggas in
King lek robin and bam
You know what it is bitch
Look what we started
They can not hang with us
We are some

ain't got to rob no more
Back then you was throwing shade
Now you see a bitch up
Dick riding you a fraud lil hoe
All my bitches hardbody on go
Never hang

a delinquent man I fell in love with stomping niggas
In the stu with your lil bitch and we caked up just like a funnel nigga
Nigga saying he a killer when we

out my body
Had to double back again cuz we ain't get da ones dat shot em
Drive-by imma shoot at da driver, dem lil niggas was dead on arrival
My whole

equipped nines and revolvers,
Simi guns I can pull quick,
People got love y’all, we’re close,
Back in the hood, the people respect us,
Ain’t nothing to hide

cause she ran through
And it's like six o'clock in the morning and I'm recordin
I was downtown with Lil' Zay, we out seein' out
And they won't play with

They Down with Us

Scarface

The Last of a Dying Breed [Clean]

2000

cock straps too
And we blast on fools,fuck you over
We smoke niggas too, like Black Rob do
We straight criminals, fuck an interview
J-Prince will

down
Think I see an opp
We got 'bows of exotic, what you wanna cop?
You can't hide in my city
We gon' get the drop
Jumping out with chopsticks in

keep a blick tucked it's up by surprise
I don't give fuck, I just hide around
I get the cash, baby, yeah, I'm fine
Heard you wan' come to my city then