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Ross
Wishing you well, all the way from ATL
Picking up my cell, telling me to go to hell
Yea collecting my checks, yea I don't know what's next
That

but no rick Ross
But I can never love no thot
I can never love no thot
Woke up this morning
Last night I was faded
Shawty calls my phone and I look

homies
All I wanna do is win they talking down on me
Now I'm at the top don't know why niggas doubted me, say
I really feel like we was on our Rick Ross

she Criss Cross
Watch that thang jump jump then I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I said I push it like I'm Rick Ross
So fuck

Ouuh
The way she talk its so sassy
You could tell by how she walk that she nasty
Dam I'm so use to kickin niggas out like pam
Hit it from the back wham

a slave damn a coon in the mist
Why don’t you just build some wealth trust me to listen to this
They ask me how I switch my flows I’m pan I do many hits

better duck
And his bitch want me, nigga that's tuff
I'm a get to the racks I'm a do what I want
I'm a get to the money can't pick up the Phone

Now she

knock me down, no, they can't
And they don't wanna see me doing well
I tell them, if they got a problem, go to hell
My Rick Ross
I'm motherfuckin' crazy

church
Down here we are, here
What
At the cellar of the church
We're in the cellar of the church, Ross
Yeah man
And now no one can stop me

I can stop you,

red lights
Tell me stop cause I'm killin em
Got chains like a millions
Lames they not feelin em
But tell em keep hatin
Praying on my downfall, tell em

know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I

Mikrofone Rob

Big Dog on the mic I'm like a Black Clifford
Six calls in one night cause I'm a cat kisser
Rick Ross with my price let's make the fam

Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me

that brick talk
Like they Rick Ross in hopes they gon' get a Maybach
Forgive me, Lord, I know that I have sinned

I was only trying to make it, I was

on me
And tonight could be the night you die
Fake chokes

Damn, I forgot what I was gon' say
Sike I lied
I'll squeeze 'til I get a Charlie horse
Extended

smokin on that gas that make ya lift off
Big logs and I roll em like Snoop Dogg
Young nigga bossed up like I’m Rick Ross
Keep that pistol just in case you

your sister)
Rick, Rick
(Why you kissing your sister like that)
Rick, Rick
(Sister kisser)

Tell me, do you like kung fu
Tell me, do you like kung fu

Night Riders

Slick Rick

Make the Music 2000

1999

know how we gon' do this 
Wait right here, I'll be right back 
(Michael's callin, I have to go) 
(Callin the Rick,I have to go) 

Rap battle one

Bitch, I rock shows, I be on go, I never liked y'all either
I told that bitch I don't do playin, if she play, I leave her
I'm all up by my bread, about my

(Don’t make me do it man, don’t make me do it)
 
Please don’t get it twisted 
 
Yeah I’m talking Rick Ross 
Better tell me what it cost 
For they go

to know, what is it like to be the last black president
L-l-let me talk my shit
Pop eight xans why I walk like this
Sippin' fake lean better stop that shit

plate (Yeah)
Rick Ross can't be eating fifty plates (No)
Batswana tried to tell me cut the hunger out (Out)
But tell me who the fuck is eating? (Woo)
Pass

I got no fucks on charity 
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now 
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me 
Turn your faith in 2 seconds 
Walk up

When you approach me say boss
Because I paid the mothafuckin' costs
I'm in a Porsche listenin' to Rick Ross 
Because I am the mothafuckin' boss

She