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I'm Ridin'

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son

2006

tried to marry Juana
So pass the pastrami and asparagus, mama
I'm lunchin', 'cause in my area
If you got bread, you better break it or we sharin' ya
I

G'D Up

G-Unit

Beg for Mercy

2003

When I'm hangin' out the window wit that AK filling ya punk ass wit holes

[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana, 
I'm new on that greyhound

marijuana

Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want

teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about

Bird's in the trunk
We trappin' and cappin' the top floor
White in the trunk
Got it smelling like skunk
Gas, gas, they callin' up 12, we goin' mad
Here

off the tree
Got VVS, this Water by G
It fit my wrist, a new Patek Phillipe
Ah, brand new coupe, I drop the top (Hood Baby)

Only 19 and I never

day (woo)
And my Ruth's Chris was Chick-fil-a (baow), and a fifty cent cake (woo)
Now it's Mastro's for the steak (Mastro's for the steak)
Yeah, I

outweighing
And it’s pulling me down I'm just downplaying
Sipping on the ‘Covos has got me swaying
Like 50 Cent I’m patiently waiting
Yeah I’m on my grind, I

Outy When I Drive/Blamed

Chris Brown

Indigo [Extended]

2019

I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh

I'm so lonesome I could cry.

King of the Road
(Roger Miller)

Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to left fifty cents
No phone, no poolm no pets
I ain't got

STR-8 Gone

King Tee

Dr. Dre Presents...The Aftermath

1996

I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty

for me in those jeans
Uh-huh, uh-huh

We got so many rooms in the Swiss like we were Swiss sailors
Mami, givin' me head like she's a brain boner

wanna hate tonight

[Verse 1]
Another day up in the hood, cant believe these cats still bangin (bangin)
Look at the years we wasted, on the corner block

don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they

cheek niggas
Bitches thats cool
My hood rats
Turn to raccoons
And smash goons when its called for
Friends patch wounds
And its all love
We share the same

girl you know what that shit was
Probably never pick up unless it's for a bag
I’ma do the fucking dash
Got my craft on smash stop playin' with me

They

and jackin' marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday, G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin' down the barrel of my

I smoke the shit

50 Cent, look what you damn did
Took a ’94 nigga from the hood, made him be
Now every ho want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped,

Troublemakers

Redman

Apollo Kids

hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on

My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how

thought it was
Runnin from ya hood
Ain't no fuckin wit us
We don't need no shots poppin off at us
Caught up in a drive by costin us
We don't really know you

I Gotta

Trina

The Glamorest Life

2005

be
So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's
I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds

I gotta,

Life's on the Line

50 Cent

Get Rich or Die Tryin'

2003

and tear ya block up
You soft, duke, you puttin' up a crazy front
I stay wit the MAC 'cause niggas tried blaze me once
In the hood they like, "Damn, 50

50 Cent] 
[50 Cent] 
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there 
(tenisfield) Tennessee,
Haha.. 
Get'em Buck! 

[G-Unit

50 Shot Ya

50 Cent

Blown Away

2009

that thang, thang
Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya
See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin', I got ya

Say a prayer