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It's Mine

Mobb Deep

Music Inspired by Scarface

2003

real than any words I can muster
Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (what)
Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't touch us

Silk shirts

subbin' me in yo' mentions
Bitch, you givin' the feds assistance
They be givin' the feds descriptions
I'm bangin' the red division
My brother ain't here

Cause them little niggas done killed you

In the kitchen like grandma
Put these bitches on stand by
When it come to getting this money
Fuck everything no

me 5 minutes I promise that you gonna be into me
Poured a couple shots and you trying to come the crib with me
Bounce it like a truck I treat you

lotta red like carti hoe
Like fuck you mean you know I got that switchy in this party hoe
Boy this terror town move wrong in this bitch they'll blow you

wit a baddie
Legs flying all round the caddy
Bullets flying Eli manning
Moving like powder they all wit the capping
Walk in the spot n it's light camera

the trenches
I hit your bitch like a wide receiver
Smoke out the bag, got a lot of reefer
Jumanji Saint Laurent, it's made by a cheetah
I got her real cheap

can't afford Starbucks
Looking for herself  intrigued by star dust
Not the movie nor the book she's quite smart
All up in her tunnels like it's die hard,

what you do
Cah you’re cool and cooling
Nigerian girl she’s my bubu, you know what I’m gunna say next, big back like fufu
Tryna have a baby by me, she’s

was tucked
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck, fuck it, haha, shit, uh

Poppin',

like princess (Yeah)
Angel, you pretty, yeah (Red Alert!)
Food up my Beemer truck (Red Alert!)
Skanky bich played me! (Red Alert!)
Batman at night, I

Pornographic

Tech N9ne

All 6's and 7's [f.y.e. Exclusive CD/DVD]

2011

a no no
Me on you picture that like a photo

E-40
Back it up like a garbage truck
Ass like Amber Rose
Bouncing up and down like a pogo stick
I

question me like I was her nigga
Whole lot of shots whole lot of switches
I'm in a lamb truck going stupid fast can't stop now awe yeah
You know I'm getting

cushion good
Eyes fire red and they low you know my kush is good
But even sober I stay high let's get that understood

I'm moving forward I ain't looking

I'm never giving in to darkness or to fear
The time has really come to floor the truck
And to curse my luck
Because I'm moving it out of here
And with

brain
I know what's on her mind now
Dealin' with a lame
But he don't gotta find out!
I'm outside by the car with
The tennis shoes laced up
Mirror for

All I ever needed was a hundred thousand dollars
And a red Impala
A shawty that can hold me down
Even if I never come around yeah
I cannot explain

if I don't dodge in time

Oh great, here he goes
Red, green ammo scorching earth
Eject me, MZ, afterburn
I'll wall run, you keep on moving like a dirk

appreciation, no more hesitation, reparations
Focus on innovation
In the middle of the night, with a pistol by my side, there isn't no place for us to

Hide
When

my sorrows in the rearview, finally moving on
At last, has a kid on the farm, she went to work with her dad and learned lessons so fast
Riding wild

full time for nothing
Help me grab this
Tied up angry racist red neck
Grab his legs 
Right there
Yep all right up the stairs
Come on
Keep that truck

(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich

And I need you next to me
Señorita, can I greet you?
Name's Rosita?
Nice to meet you
Can you make the earth quake, quake, quake
Booty moving like a truck

Smoking that pot
I'm smoking imbiza
Bringing that beef
I bring isitya
Turn all my blues into red like I'm Jesus
Looking for red?
I am the dealer
Whole Lotta