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I'm a king sittin' on my throne
I'm singin' this high, I'ma need a drone All of my brothers, we get to the money
They stay on the block and you know

lil eater hold up she wanna fuk wit ah trapper I  no she ah smoker
Been in da game since a shawty
Still controlling da block wen I broke controller 
I

lil nigga got a nigga sittin up like hummer
I can’t trust no bitch tryna tell me she in love when I know she fuck my brudda
I ain’t no sucka I keep me

50 Shots Set's It Off

The Hot Boys

Cutt 11: That Dirty South

1998

cocaine
Fifty niggas always riding wit Lil Wayne
My rees string up bo's fall halfway
I'm jumpin' out a tree with a camouflage AK 
I spots my target

Play Minecraft cross - console edition
Sent my boys on a muhfucking mission
4 iron and a pumpkin block
Then you know any mob it's gon’ knock
This is

blocks for 2 and imma make 7 minimum
That aint real Xing tell its missing a few chemicals
Play with my top yo condition gon turn critical
Niggas get round

Mamma praying everyday like lil wayne the block is hot
Shout out edot that's my shooter he my slime he blowing snot
Yeah yeah
We really been killing send

A op hit the block We gone spray up his car We from the south we throw 4s on his block We set Out these hoes They get cuffed by the ops Hundred in

Down Yonder

Bubba Sparxxx

Pain Management

2013

We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city

me where you was (trap)
I spent all them twenties and fifties and tens 
Lil' nigga, and I stacked all them blue boys (yeah, yeah)

Paper Route

Sickkaluffa

3X Krazy

Stackin Chips

1997

Bob Marley
To the shop to get my top dropped, pine and stereo incredible knock
You could here me comin all the way up the block
Cocaine like sittin

we don't drive by
Caught him slippin', standin' on that block, tryna get wi-fi
Locked up, sittin' in that prison, watchin' time fly
I done did so much

For Life Lyrics by DJ XO and Haroldlujah

[Don’t play with them XO]
[Intro]
I ain’t got no time for these lil niggas, hatin’ on the next man all in

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

(Zero to a hundred In Under minute)
I did the assignment with a lil hurt
(My mind always moving a mile a minute)
Make her moan on the block
(Poppin

take it anywhere

Verse 1: 
Let's play big bank take lil' bank/A couple cornish hens stashed by the gas tank/And the way a ni**a live I deserve a ex/I'm

Let's Get Funky

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

for the capture
What you wan' do nigga
Mystikals who I'm after
Grab yo' steel and shoot
I'mma killer not a rapper
Lil' Wayne, he bout it too
I'mma

Yeah
Something special about this one
I go by the name of Seymour....Bigger Perc man
Share this with yall
Look
Put the chargers up
.....or don't talk

scary vatos
Kept the hussle on Dikembe
Holding down the block yo
Placing bets
Cause the knowledge out weighs the Luck
And the flow is all natural
I don't

know
We smoke a lot
Travel and
Rapalot
Shout to Uncle face
If you drop it
Make it knock
From the
City to the
Block
Love is I the air
You sittin' in my

By getting some money
Block out all the energy
I know you not a friend of me
Can't think about her 
While I'm stacking my bands
Getting my money
Yeah

block and I ran down
A pretty shawty sittin round
A bunch of birds, fucked half the town
Looked in her eyes and then I found,
She took my soul, she made

Hold on, free to go up to the block
Self-made by myself, I'm on
Self-made by myself, I don't play
Uh, hard hit

Hard hit, it's a kid, I don't play

When we pull up on da block
We got hella bands
Me and the homies coming thru
Yeah, we comin in
We bring da money and da bitches
They bringin friends