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She gon' drop em' to the floor if I say so (Drop it like it's hot)
They don't know, they don't know I keep a draco (They don't know)
They don't know,

Growing up
I could never know enough
Still trynna learn
But just like always
I ain't keepin up
Still getting by
Wit what they calling average

from Berettas yo
My mule's name Bruschetta from the States
You wrong, she blowin' kief up in the bong
Rockin' knee-high Fendi boots
She just got bagged

Hell on Earth (Front Lines) [DVD]

Mobb Deep

Life of the Infamous: The Videos

2006

down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now

she can't get nothin
I told her I'd pay for it bitch I was bluffin 
My money ain't childish dont get caught by dem youngins 


I put this shit up they

In the corner, sipping Maradona (Maradona)
In the 4 by 4, you know it's a goner, in the corner (it's a goner)
Baby girl won't you come pawn up (pawn

That's just my alter ego
My brand new charms, they came from Reno
That bitch Childish Gambino

Come through, make a movie, throw a fifty
Me and Tarantino

They keep trying to get in my brain,
Telling me 'bout what you've been saying
About me, and all my childish ways,
And the games you said I better

(Ayee)
(TF)

Long as hundreds keep on comin' in 
I don't never need no company 
Work my wrist up I keep runnin' it
Show my ass when I'm in public

We gon keep on countin up
You gon stay a couch potato
They gon keep on doubtin us
We gon keep on gettin greater
We gon keep on countin up
You gon

Kid Vs. Play (The Battle)

Kid 'N Play

House Party [Original Soundtrack]

1990

[ Play ]
It's the P-l-a-why, just here to say hi
Askin you may I, tell you 'bout the day I
Picked up a microphone, a pad and a pen
The legend

ain't basic when it come to fashion
Stop throwing up them gang signs in your fucking pics
If you ain't bout that action
Speaking of gang, I'm with

show ya’ clues
many get they bread up so they can show and prove
while others break bread so they can feed they own
little kids be crying claiming that

could show him proof Imma keep it mob ties
Don’t play by rules
But im potent I keep a dank wood While I’m floating
I be drippin I’m fresh out the ocean

Hop on the mic and I'm making them silent
Tell them keep quiet before it gets violent
Sometimes I feel like I'm here on an island
Nobody up

Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce
I keep it gloss, I'm suited up for my franchise
Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys
Scramble

As long as you say my name
As long as you say my

They say I sound like Big Sean, Childish Gambino, even Luda
With Hopsins facial expressions,

ain't the problem - paying loans while broke is
Still smoking stoked kids
On some "Gambino stay woke" shit
Yeah I'm keeping tabs on dabs
And any sucka

promoted by me
Yeah she talk about me
Obsessive but I’ll never touch it if she don’t allow me
Respect
‘Member when I was running up and down the road

(Woah)
Karate kick followed by a roundhouse, kicking flava all up in France (Wyaah)
You know i need all the croissants (Bread)
Eating out with these nighas

your thang kid
Make a buck, get a buck, save a buck
Not for some Louie, or Bentley trucks
All of that spending, has got us stuck
Trying to keep up, yeah

The rap game is super superficial 
Not talking fish oil 
On some rappers taking pills by the fist full
I keep it simple and my shit still sizzle

on your door and run over them hoes like Bambi 
Be my Sandy, please
I'm running laps up on the track
Keep my weight up, girl I'll be straight up, I'm

Such a grown man taking care of mine so I can’t be childish
I just keep on piling up deposits
If you with me then i put you onto building businesses
You