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Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil

Lil Bitch
Why you calling my phon
Thought I told you
Not to hit me up
I'm In my zone
Moving too fast
I smell fresh check the cologne
All these women

Make him run
Take his gun
Rob that nigga den pay him none
Talk that shit you gone pay the fund
RIP tray we gone raise his son
Wish i was there im

no trouble because I'm on parole

I'm trying to live life right
God knows with all my might
But I'm just barely getting by
'Cause money's way too tight

you like my dyke boots
Nah, ion tie em like shoes
Cuse me let me step on by you
When I tie up my dyke boots
Ion tie em like no shoes
If I’m being real

Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smokin' broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with

to jam) oh yeah

I was at the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
Door bell rang, who could it be?
Thought to myself

Here to Say a Lil' Somethin'

Odd Squad

Fadanuf fa Erybody!!

1994

wasn't frontin, we here to tell you a lil' somethin

( *DJ Styles cuts up* )
(Ain't here for no frontin
just to say a little somethin)	--> KRS-One

[ Rob

ain't got to rob no more
Back then you was throwing shade
Now you see a bitch up
Dick riding you a fraud lil hoe
All my bitches hardbody on go
Never hang

cracking them cards
Had no choice but to hustle and Rob
Mama knew I was gone' be a star
And I told her that day not far
From the projects but now we living

I'm Talkin' to You

T.I.

King

2006

can hate all you wanna hate
I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talking to you
You's a lame you's a shame to the game
I say it you know what ya

dead on the cement
Make your hoe suck my bro she gone swallow his semen
All this pain I went through make me turn to a demon
Try to rob lil Jayy that

is high
Adjacent by, the sound when the bass is pounding, i'm faded
Tryna drown out that other shit, down out and under shit
I just need a break

Something told me not to do it but I went ahead and did it
I was stubborn immaturities wouldn't let me admit it
Lil crazy should have been admitted,

Microphone

Slaughterhouse

SlaughterHouse

2009

"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat in background]


Yeah, yeah
Too many Indians and no chiefs
I pull out the pistol when I pull no

the bright side
Homie this is real life this aint no sci-fi
You aint see it coming kind of like a drive-by

(Hook)
Big bags rob a bank and I get that
Straight

Let's go.

We hustle in a lil old apartment, with all the windows blacked out
I'd put it on the 'hood if you cost me
I'm a have to pull the straps

know something
Nah bitch I don't know nothing
V-A-M-P-R-E-N
Bitch I go that's on my momma
I got killers that will rob your shit
Yeah they some store

a nine on me
Right by the side of me
My niggas ride for me
These bitches lie to me
Are you gone slide or no
Do my lil time or no
Tell me it's real
Tell me

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

he gon' rob, no, he ain't
Zaza pounds came in the Tahoe
Turtle, man, I'm movin' slow on a tractor
Chrome Heart interior off a potent four
(Yeah) say he

Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine
Know I'm ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his hoe like it's Matt Ryan

and let his bitch drive it
I'm talkin' violation
My lil' niggas out here robbin' niggas for
The love of ballin' like Sanaa Lathan
And they some cold hearted

products
Count the money til my hands lock up
Dope, weed, xans, percs, jiggers
Bricks in I feel like Killa
Location on lil n***a pull up
Tryna rob getcho a*s