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For what it's worth motherfucker know your worth
Been talking my shit since earth's date of birth
Paid off judges
Bozo's with badges
Bash all their

In the Ghetto

Rick James

Hip Hop: The Collection 2008

2008

With them burn out cellys
Talk crazy, sell drugs in front of Pancho Deli
Crackhead chicks still smuggle babies in they belly
And they pis sin

you're approved by millions of people
Nothing
Last I checked, the world is still a mess
And you know Talon still isn't to be messed with
Religion won't

decide it, 'cide it
So why you just keep lyin' like you moved on
Do you still got strings attached
I wouldn't mind goin' back
I'm ready to die
By riskin'

(yup)
Nails did (uh-huh), hair slay (uh)
Ain't no such thing as enough, baby (nah)
Boss bitch, got my own but you can upgrade it (woo)

Make him work

make it
Look how far I've came and look what I've created
They all know my name but still feel underrated
Live Fast, Die Young
Smokin' gas inside my lung

yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap

nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,

Hit an instant transmission to her bed
She call me deku but still give me head
You cant pull on heart strings inside I'm dead
No love of  my life got

Baby, I'm going up, I'm just ridin' by
If you weren't around, I'd still be fine
That shit perfect, that is my verdict
Life gettin' wild, my mind is

Give You All I Got

Allure

Allure

1997

Yo, met this piece by the name of Sharise 
She had a fly one hundred ninety restin' in Jones Beach 
You know when we kickin' my everyday cliche

In The Ghetto

Rick James

The Big Bang

2006

With them burn out cellys
Talk crazy, sell drugs in front of Pancho Deli
Crackhead chicks still smuggle babies in they belly
And they pis sin

and we have a good bash
But if you called me I'd leave in a flash, like
Woah
Baby, I just wanna hold you
Internet chores is my life, and I told you
Baby

Take it from me, when you roll, make sure it's that indo
Pressure on me, and you know, I'm smokin' on indo
Lighter on me, bitch in my ride, smell it

ridin' through town
Smokin' these motherfuckin' pounds
I pick up this bitch, I got her aroused
'Cause she thinks my thoughts is profound
I got some work

Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I'm smokin' kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom

a new strain
Now we smokin purple rain
Damn this shit dusty
Damn you cant touch me
Higher than a mug and I still sell u somethin
Gettin high again Goddamn

the universe made you mine
Sippin’ Margaitas Mai Tais
Smokin’ Maui wowie ’til we high
Little baby got gemstones in her eyes
I can take you anywhere that comes

won't write
'Cause my niggas still sellin' dope
Like they ain't on their third strikes
Campin' out in that corridor
Fuck you waitin' on Jordans for?
I

Yo
Who Made this?
Said still got like, 10
Yeah how many you want? you said, 10 tabs? What? (Hahaha)
Smokin' on high grade true shit
Gotta get too lit

the bank for Me?
Still curvin' niggas on the daily
Cause you know What's up
That's why I fuck with chuu'
You you
You know What's up
So What's up?
Baby take

Record Store

Butch Walker

Stay Gold

2016

full of hours
Before a roadie picks you up and take you back

I can't call you by your stage name
You're still the girl I know
That hated wearing

If, you move, I'll fall
I'm leanin' on you, you baby, you baby
Geto Boys, Willie D

We was livin' on cold facts, cops sat in old 'Llacs
Couldn't