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pennies(for real)
If yo sack low better be hugging that block go get you a brick
Better hope that tax low told 'em stop fucking these bitches go hit you a lick

All day, all day, all day
Ayy
I been winnin' Charlie Sheen all day

Ayy, Ayy
Matty aboutta' attack
And yo' life boutta' end I just went back to back
Now

The best version of me by example how I lead Yeah
Pick and roll
Give and go
See the flo
Throw the lob it's a show
Been a pro
With flow
Yeah
Niggas know how

me in the back 

I ain’t disappointed, bitch nigga I’m mad

Hop yo out the foreign, wit a glove and a gat

You better dodge these bullets, better duck

at 
Nigga roll some tree 
I keep my spliff fat 
Smoke em by the hour
The spliff at 
Im straight chief kiefing
When I speak raps
Thought shit was fire 
Yo I'm

Pussy wild call her Pocahontas cause…)
Twins in the bed my boy better drive by and its cold as hell she askin' Turn it to a hot box
Playin' wit my hair

throat close
Haunted by the past - peace out, I'm goin' ghost

From Chiraq to Wisconsin
YUNG XAN$ mobbin' on the motherfuckin' block
And from Chiraq

It Ain't Yo

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

Chorus

It ain't yo cash yo, it ain't yo flow yo
I thought you should know, It ain't yo benz, it ain't yo ice
It ain't yo, dough yo, another lost

keep my Glock up
On the dresser I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm up, double Cup

Full of drink Pourin' purple by the line, whole Wood full
Of dank Told that

some problems
Cause I'm not gon' answer, cross a nigga up like AI
Like Reebok got the answer, said she wanna be my favorite ho
But I got me a dancer,

know these niggas ain’t serious I used to hang wit em
Wanna ball like I’m Scotty got yo ho right beside me
Prolly think im lying if I’m lying I’m flying

heart up like it's Donda (Like it's Donda)
I ain't new to the game, nigga, like LeBron (Like LeBron)
Take this ho and pass her to my mans like I'm Rondo
I

Coochie Coochie

Hi-C

The Hi-Life Hustle

2003

mesmerized by my wrist
When I step in the club, blingin like this
While the bass pumpin the tweeters hits

Hit to the ear tryin to work my twist
Hey

than plenty,
Bitch I'm winning,
God told me cmon he know I'm done wit sinning

Fuck it, I'm switching the flow
Fuckin' that bitch, she was never my ho

Titre, Violoncelle by Rebel soldier (Lyrics).



Yo! Rebel Soldier, neuf quatre, énervé on as demandé aïe aïe aïe, dingue, dingue, tu peux le signe

slick bitch like I don't see
Fucking with my op cause you claiming that's your homie
I'll stretch your ass and bless his ass and do it by my lonely
Uh oh,

to find my way, in my bag, now I get paid
I don't wanna be with you, ho, I ain't gon' stay
Don't pull up on me unless you wanna get hit with a k

Talking

(You got my back)

I said I got your back
(Girl I'll be yo spin)
Do you remember
They play with you, I put a nigga down

Do you remember
And you my

he reach then I'ma teach him
D3 he off in the game
These niggas way in the bleachers
All I gotta do is post a pic
Yo ho bite like mosquitos
Dressed in

my a plaque just for living life
And when you see me
I don't know you nigga
I just say what's up to you yo be polite
Been 100 from the start
And I

Trap keep rollin' like a skateboard
Bag keep weight for the pay boy
Play yo hoe like game boy, Pokeman
Always been smokin' that
God damn potent bag

die
Write yo name across the sky
From a place where you can get
Robbed by yo mans
'Cuz you was high (On God)
Only tell a motherfucker you love
Them if

Ayo, it's Venum
Weezy on that beat. KVK, BKM. Ayo, check it. Yo
I'm on a fuckin' mission, steady climbin' to the top
You'll get blinded by