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I'm the shit and I'm gone piss them off
Riding with the scammers, always hustling, yeah i call them Rick and Ross
Feeling like I'm Elon Musk, ain't

rockin' the ricks
Oh, I'm rockin' the ricks
I'm going brick by brick
Three dicks
In the sticks
In the mix, in the mix
In a mix, in a mix, in a mix

I'm in

come playing cos he's not one of them
And by the way his name is
His name is COZY
As I know we got a whole lot of bosses in here (That's fact)
Places

dem

Mi a the demon yah know
Mi just call fi me legion yah know
Bust out dem head middle day
Mi nah leave none yah know
Rick Ross all evil yah know
Born

your money up that's your loss (That's your loss)
Took too many L's had to turn into a boss
Got me flexin' on my diamonds like I was Rick Ross (Rick

it)
Been through travesties but I'm tough as leather
Surviving tragedies and still put together (can't stop me)
Money on my mind Majin Vegeta
All I know

regardless (huh)
I'ma let you do all of the talkin'
Don't get me started, you know I'ma stop it (go 'head and talk)
And I don't got a cent for a hoe
She

Clear the scene! Clear the scene
Let the g's do their thing

My hustle is gettin' gully
You fuckers will get it from me
I touch 'em with every dummy
My

In the Ghetto

Rick James

The Big Bang [Clean]

2006

[Busta Rhymes]
Why'know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said, 
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto." 
But

though it sound like I'm pissed off
I'm done with games like Jigsaw
But I'ma be a boss like Rick Ross
Even though it sound like I'm pissed off
Thinking

is big as Rick Ross is
Until I win I never forfeit
So you that line do not cross it

Cronik and that quartz
Alcohol and that pot
Let it hit the spot

Big steppa
I won't let up
I know better
I crush feta
Forever ever
Hmmm
I never waited for fate
I put the food on my plate
It ain't enough to be great

imma wait til they finish
Rocking a chrome heart jacket wit these Rick
Owens and Miyake denim
Snakes in the grass I can't get hit by venom
Let my lil bro

throw sugar in yo Hi-C
Let me stop talkin' you might hit me with that Tai Chi
Taichi? I don’t even know that shit
Smoke strong? You don’t even blow that

it's only them who's pissed off
I'm pulling up in purple Lamborghini's like I'm Rick Ross
You wouldn't believe the stacks of dough that gang has licked

right here
For the people that can't hear, standin' right by the pier
Everybody in the back they be sittin' on the tables and chairs
Let me make it quite

Look like I don't take a loss
She dance on the dick, do the floss
Money big Rick Ross
Make 'em jump Kris Kross
Polo fittin' lacrosse
Got me drippin' hot

dedicate to fans
Let me take your hands
I'm smart with the bars
Got all the kids like when they take exams
I'm on a roll like sellotape from strands
Even

The Hand Clap

Big Poppa

51/50 Ratchet

2007

clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wit it
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand

rapper, ya that's on god
We're big dogs, no Rick Ross, get criss crossed
Elevated to another level, on god
I don't stop, I got no ceiling like a drop top
My

shining like faggots in lip gloss
Rappers still, (Paused) while I get ready for lift off
I'm a big boss, hoes might start calling me Rick Ross (Yeah)
You

move around with all this pain
Up in school it's Common Core, for me, the streets taught the game
I'm a big boss like Rick Ross, I'm talkin Freeway

might follow
I just try to keep the peace man I don't want no problem
Nah I don't want no issue but let me paint the picture
Let me come correct for any

swiss
Leave that nigga and I tell em your loss
Do what I want, cause I am the boss
Pockets on fat, just call em rick ross
Buy what I need no matter