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Guess Who's Back

Richie Rich

Seasoned Veteran

1996

distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'

Phew gotta dig it

Even if my nigga ain't right, I'm goin' left
(Nick on the track) feel like Boat
Hit it one night and then I left
(And then I left)

nigga now move around
Can't swang on us
Better not show some round shut you down
Flip you motherfuckers like a pound
We the realest motherfuckers
Down

hella grimey  flip her in benzo
do not come by me i put you in friendzone

An that's why I'm winning shit

T rose back inna nap
Back w my nigga trap onna track
So y'all know that I'm killin shit
Couple niggas got on when t rose left

Spreading his love with the utmost compassion

On tracks I be spazzin
They say I be doing the most but the ghost keep me flowing wit ease
Write when inspired

a couple zips, if we gotta pay the rent
On the first I gotta get it, by the third I'ma repent
I ain’t never been a banger, I ain’t never been a pimp
But I’m

come to speakin on these tracks
Started out in elementary
Lil La on stage rappin for the kids to see
Fast forward Jr High I was spittin wit a crew
High

stacked
I had to flip the pack
And I was riding round' with drug dealers we slang the crack
I had to run the streets, like I was running track
My bitch

shitty diss tracks back like some bad beef
I don't want it, I don't like that shit
I don't fuck wit ya weak records, you don't write that shit
You wanna

that lunch table, seventh grade
All these 20-something Yung Lil Fuckups have seen better days
Run for the money, move when I blow, tee up and smoke it

seals we pour by the liter
I got them bloody soles on my sneakers
When they hear Benny they turn up the speakers
These niggas follow cuz I am the leader

Levitated my lyrics will have you elevated eating Beats by the pound
I'm gaining weight I must be heavy weighted
I'm educated degrees and papers
I

them Nike's better have a strap
Momma told me stay up off the tracks and running with the pack
You know I wasn't hearing that
I was keeping my cool

big, and grind hard, to GET RICHER
The future is english
The future is pleasing
So I live by the moment
To prepare for the feeling
Tip toe 
Round limbo

Yeah and I spit fire like I'm Charizard 
Breathing flames 
Getting gains 
Breaking chains, living in generation inspired by lil Wayne
People say it's

as molasses 
Resemble gymnastics 

The way that young Scoty 
Been making the bags flip
On gotta get cash quick 
Money ain't everything 

Still gotta have it 
My

Don't Stop

Spice 1

Blocc Movement

2001

up with AK's, double my clip and we dip
Set trip and get hit, flip Crip or get zipped
Run with the Crips, catch me clumsy in the 6
6 rag invertable

Get Wesley sniped like that 
What you tryna prove by lying on ya tracks 
You ain't fuck that bitch
You ain't flip that pack
License plate, you ain't put

own anus
Reapa bound, every song, every track
Killamanjaro, you get hit with this MAC
I be sippin' apple juice, they smokin' on crack
Album coming soon,

blow my cover let him run it back
I feel like Betty Crocker, I'm baking tracks
Haven't seen my mother and I miss her bad
I'll hit the booth instead

(I always loved this shit, nigga)
Yea
Gotta let my hair out on this one
cnd Imma keep spinning around, in case I miss one

Gripped her by her pretty

There are none who can do it like King Tut and lil Ghetti get some lump sum
Fun gun flip it turn it to the sun
Praise to the all mighty do it done
Praise

established

To be Titan is this life it’s gon be some clashin
First seed is my status
If we speaking brackets
Champ like Simone Biles Mix the track and
Flip it