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OG pulled up on the scene in a wig
When you running from the Feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did

ride
She put a nigga on with his own
Dope spot when the streets got
High
She show me how to run it how
To shout down the shop when
Feds drive by
She

Many situations showed me that these n****s fraud
I don't trust a single soul, unless I'm talking to my dogg
If ye ain't fucking with the squad
Then

And this yo life savings? For me thats a Watch and a chain
Baby told me call her when I'm done
Got her sleepin by the phone cuz we on the Run
Like I'm

What's that another thousand on his head
Half way across the border for its found out by the feds
I'm done with all that fucking talking hit his

took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his

Heaven or Hell

Salt-N-Pepa

Very Necessary

1993

lived in the ghetto)...or the projects 



But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havoc 



And if you try to play me I won't have it

with it, cost me you can't fucking pay
Shot up my ex behind the ceiling 'cause this bitch don't love me, nigga
Shots fired off right by the building, I

promise 
I'm tryna take off like a rocket
Popped a perk got me itchn now I'm out my body 
Sauced up dripn like teriyaki 
Smoove dude lowkey like illuminati

back
And I live in the back of the jungle
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my
Hear the siren, walk up, [*gunshot* *gunshot*] drive by
Shooters, looters, federal

You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
Search

Ya Know How It Goes

Grand Puba

Reel to Reel

1992

jealous cause I got it by the tons
Twenty fifty hundred, is how I count my bills
Then I take it slow because it runs into the mills
Brothers try to step

you understand

Yes, master Null
Ahahahahaha, mwhahahahahha
Oh, look at who showed up

You need Simp, you want Simp, you got it
Everything is a cope

a young nigga have it
Cooked raw Raised up in the projects
Where they stripped and so cars
And end up running from the law
That's just the cost when you

On the Real [Clean Album Version]

Nas

Illmatic [10th Anniversary Platinum Edition]

1994

do, shorty sipping sunny dew
Now it's V.S.o.p. In a Phantom, mad smoky
Murder trees, cruising- in the stash so it won't poke me
Up in the Trump

at
They ready to fuckin set me up
- to get my ass jacked
But they don't know about Joseph Wayne
Physco path gangsta slash solider mayne
He's rides on niggas

Keep askin' me where the fuck I've been
Fuck is you the feds?
I'm around nigga, I'm a project nigga, made millions
Still ridin' around foreign

done wrong by the one I called pears,

So I started living up to 2 words,
One deep,
Nobody to tell on me when I do dirt,
Just me,
Car full of passenger

Fourth of July

The Alchemist

Essential Underground Hip-Hop, Vol. 2

2005

dropping
Nobody can stop us, I was brought up in the projects
And I got, tonz of haze from uptown

We not trying to sell that shit, that's how we burn it

building up
This bullshit got me mad they say
Bangin' is a fad
It's a fad but it's a culture
My bedroom gettin' circled by some vultures
Ultra-sound bouncin'

The Bomb

Akinyele

Vagina Diner

1993

UDDA, UDDA 
Trying to get the slang down pat, using verbs and syllables, shit 
But I'll flip the style like half a brick 
So give me space like NASA, one

lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again

myself swervin in that whip just like a boss do.
They started treatin me different 
Since I got jewelry, I'm shinin 
N they all know that I'm that boy, I'm

the hood out me nigga, i was born in them projects
I was raised by my mama, so i know imma winner
Aint nobody hungry, cause im bringing home dinner
You ever