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Who's Nice

Cam'ron

Confessions of Fire

1998

I was in pampers hittin' pinatas
You win nada, come on I got put on
By Mase and Big Poppa

So I'm glad you sat down
I ain't want Uncle Un to bring

get rich)
Tony Gallagher is a fucking prick
Take me to court I don't really care I'm still tryna get that verified tick
(Certified)
Grab him by

three shots 
From the black bat got me at headlock
Holdin' on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock
She told me get off I said, "Bitch
Let me set

that love paper
We let the youngest niggas get rich
And mow them like makeup
You can lex 'Zino and Benzino together
That's priceless to put our pay

What a Job This Is

André 3000

Whole Foods

2007

asking for nothing, we working for it
Push it, peddled it to the people, they can't ignore it, this is for
All the independents, a few major labels
The big

I’m a believer
You ain’t gotta' do no convincing
I know he did it
Wasn’t by myself he was with me
I’m a believer
I used to wanna come up missing
But

ruined.
Days by days gone and we make the same songs  a sign that our minds transforms into hate forms.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery  Bob

she's got on

From her Versace to her Louis Vuitton
You wouldn't think she'd know every Merle Haggard song by
heart

But when it comes down to the heart

Hey!

MF Doom

Operation: Doomsday

1999

three shots 
From the black bat got me at headlock
Holdin' on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock
She told me get off I said, "Bitch
Let me set

And I just thank God slowly, not only you my dad, but I can really call you my homie

Hey big bruh, here's a song that I wrote you, let's go get it pops,

daddy's rich
And you're ma is good looking
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing
Then you'll spread your

a million dollar phone
Nawl I ain't a clone
Tell em Free Shiesty shoutout BiG 30
They influenced this song

Believe me,don't test
Putting my head out the box
I'm 20
I'm trying get rich
I do it big
Came up with this
Writing my song's
Drinking some water
I ain't got

elliot would of missed
Can't all be 23 better be pipp
Legendary like shaq and kobe by myself
I gotta get rich gene feening for wealth
Hope you get

Cease the communication
Til them stacks wire
Them tecs shoot
Through that tech suit
Til it catch fire
Sapphire, black tires
Reeking up the street
Big

Hahahahahhahahaha
Yeak like how this one sound in the headphones
B.O.B
A.G.T. type shit, bitch
Up Next Rec. hoe
She wanna fuck on the kid
But that be

We work hard
Nine to five
By the end of the week
We're so tired
Of getting rich
Day by day
Up until we catch up and our bills are paid

Seems

is the ruler of the Queen's Navee!

Sir Joseph.
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament.
I always voted at my party's call,

rich and that's a fact
So real I'll probably put that on a Snapple cap
(That's a Fact)
All my songs they run it back
And my plays is running laps
I chose

one on my corner by law I?m the ruler,
Go back to your jeweler tell'em make you more cooler,
Am a rich dude, baby this is big dick rules,
I make dating

A motherless child , you were torn from your home

By decree of the county affairs

Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress

And shorn back that Indian

only wanna dream ab the team get big
i write a song everyday which one if these gone hit
i rather brick that shot
i rather swing  and miss
then let

Bad, Bad, Bad

Kool Moe Dee

Funke, Funke Wisdom

1991

check the records that ain't well known
And look around and see all my clones

[ VERSE 4 ]
By the time I'm in my 30s my worth be - I bet I'm dirty rich

on the same path,
So I fell back
Oh you strippin' in Atlanta for a new pad
51 racks, big titties, and a new ass
Bitch, nigga, trick him out for a new bag
If you