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going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm

bitch boys

Yeah, yeah, pussy boy, I never tell
Steady talkin', hide my back, man, pussy bitch, help make my bill
She want cash app for a wig, I told that

said "Hey boy, what's with the frown?"
But in return, all you could say was
"Hi, George, meet my fiancée"

Young guns having some fun
Crazy ladies

the pace
I'm goin non stop (nonstop)
Cause everything ain't gold, when you at the top
I tell a chick to get on her job
If she can't smell a bad situation
Get

Creepin on Ah Come Up

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Creepin on ah Come Up

1994

tell if a 
nigga don't dwell in the same shit? 
Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene
And there's no one I can spot, so I get my ass down

fuckers argue like
Teens wit' their moms, they really soft
Seein' blacks and browns wit a job?
Shit wasn't handed to 'em as promised
So they run in a mosque

We Gon' Make It

Diddy

Press Play

2006

motherfuckers necks
Do it to 'em daddy, do it to 'em

As my, Daytons spin lowrider sittin' low
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Hard top

of red spaids
Good fellas on a rage
Hungry, hungry eat em up
It's a must that I bust
When I'm on stage, on my nuts
Let's get fucked up!

[SHORT NITTY:]

All my niggas they near me
But I keep my enemies closer
Try to tell the niggas they don't want smoke bruh
Catch a body then a nigga goin roll up
Send my

wrong,
But anyways, I'm here to raise my voice up,
Black men time to raise your boys up
cttack me, we goin raise our toys up
I'm permitted by law, wanna

been takin for granted
But I'm doin me; it's not that I don't understand it
But I'm tryin to carry the job out just how we planned it
And in my line

Boy yo momma did a hell of a job raising you
You can't change me pop Im 34 years old
If you wanted to change me
You should of been there when I was

that's what you gotta know
You ain't had no petty pops yeah sell em by the bow
Niggas all up in my business tell me somethin that I don't know
Niggas broke

new shirt no lights in ya home
Tell me how the hell that make Sense don't know
At least these bitches thinking they got money on em doe
buddy new whip

boy a track star, marathon running shoes
You can try and catch up on me bitch through all those hola-hoops
Woke up at my sides spot, I hear em doing

Yeah man this songs called big simpin'
It's kind of like big pimpin'
But the opposite of that, JG talk to em
This ones for all my dogs out their

Bad Bitch

Fabolous

Street Dreams [Australia Bonus Tracks]

2003

prob'ly Pollie, both of these Bobby Darlies
That take off their Rockavalis?
My job is narly from getting slobbed on Harley's
Getting smoke from

Bad B****

Fabolous

Street Dreams

2003

both of these Bobby Darlies
That take off their Rockavalis?
My job is narly from getting slobbed on Harley's
Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin'

em that I say the same
Tell them boys at OVO they be killing everything
Tell them boys at Young Money that I say the same thang (Bang)
Tell the boys we

Please dont waste my time 
Tell em get up out my way 
They Claim to hold you down 
In the streets nobody safe
To many be around 
Find a queen to keep

caught without one
In my Balmain posture fuckin' bitches
On the first night
And can't even say their whole name proper
Tell 'em niggas to get the fuck out

out the friend zone
When I pull up in that blacked-out Lambo
Catch you riding shotgun, let ya friends know
Kill 'em girl (How boy? Tell me how)
(How

All these rappers that I've passed up
Passed up
Talkin so you know your boy
He gassed up
He gassed up
Imma say mine they really gonna act up
Tell 'em

of foals
Coal eyes
Mesmerized by my basilisk thighs
Forlorn core was brew!
Move my team by dream floods
Watch us buy the blood
Flow of lambs
Sanitized