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(SpiffoMadeIt) Ho

I remember when my teacher said that I won't be shit
Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch (racks)
Got these

made for a money run, I can't chase a bitch
When the tab come, we don't gotta split it, bro, I'm gon' pay the shit
Somewhere in Toronto with a Canadian

him in two, but the trick is on you
I'm already split in two,
How do you think I'm spitting, two times as quick as you
I paid my dues, got a hit list

showing, way the shits goin', so now we Range Rov'in'
With the waves blowing, stay holding, bitches in the back whispering
Now I'm listening
Bitch, this

is a hundred K
And I'm tryna get this money made (Ayy!)
By any means, and by that I mean in a bunch of ways
And my team is making so tough a wave
If

please be gone, I can't carry on
Is it witchcraft playing tricks all the time

I keep you warm in the cold
I'll be your someone to hold
I'll never try

I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit

high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't

P.I.M.P.

50 Cent

Get Rich or Die Tryin' [Bonus DVD]

2003

ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my

I ain't come up
Off a silver spoon
Decided I want one in gold
I felt so alone
Whilst I was posted by the stove
I can't trust a soul
Man turn slimey

I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing in the streets with tools
Where I'm from we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you

hyped up on sugar

I'm hyped up on sugar, nose full of boogers
Sugar in my stomach, it got my blood pumping
And we be trick or treating, but you don't see

Fuck a bitch this money I'm chasing my wrist game amazing
I'm a drop the pack in the water and let it dry like raisins
When the pack land I need

at a breakneck speed only reachable by a, a seventy-something in tear-away vestments.

And so, like the pilgrims before him, Dino Sore tightened the laces of his

I'm just tryin' to maintain
I'm just tryin' to maintain

To everybody tryin' to maintain
And keep they name out the main frame
Yeah, we all in

Bloody Sunday
Sweltering inside my bedroom
Can't get my head straight
I'm still looking in my rear view mirror
Watching people passing me by
Am I

(Fuck my life up I want you to end me)
(Don't got shit, bitch I'm nothing to envy)
(Don't pull tricks got your bitch in the MV)
(Hate my guts, but

it's a feeling
I can't explain
Some shit I don't did in the pass Seeming to not go away
Mind stuck in the pass
Playin tricks like mind games

I'm barely

(I'm cobra on god)
(Got you boo'd up)
Baby got u boo'd you my new boo
Said she never had designer imma show you
They say imma trick they mad cause it

who has their act together is
Criticising you in cruel ways
But you are getting criticized in cruel ways
You're being judged not by good people you're

Wicked Ways

Sunz of Man

One Million Strong [Blackjam]

1998

or mistreat you 
The tribe of Edem, stole your freedom 
And Edem means redneck 

I'm throwin bullets in my Tec 
Nah, I'm goin out like Joshua 
With a pen,

I'm making one side of the triangle
Now I'm making the bottom

There's a clock clicking in this room
Get on your broom and fly with me
Fly with me
I

Get 'em all off my pad (yeah), every thought that I had

Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag
I get a little testy

A little bit of whiskey a little bit of gin
Stuck into the this place I'm in
With this little bit of sin
Went to Toronto with a guitar on my back