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I'm Gettin Money

2Pac

R U Still Down? (Remember Me) [Clean]

1997

smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts
Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin ghost on the five-oh, fuck them hoes
Got

can see the pain (no cap)
I'm stuck on my grind, but you can't say the same (all facts)
Ridin the bus used to call me a lame (yeah yeah)
My whip

my feels
Flex or be flexed on
Step or be stepped on
Ridin' round town with a heart full of Teflon
But that pain it run deeper
And Deeper
And Deeper

Ridin' in the city like I own it
Yea like I own this shit
Live & die in the city yea I'm on it
Lookin' at everybody like they an opponent
28 winters

I'm Gettin Money

2Pac

R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

1997

the basket with plastic 
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps 
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce 
Gettin' chased by the five O

burn bridges how I'm coming now
Can't snake me from the sides boy you of bounds
Headed outta town
Don't care where I'm going just I'm ridin out
No

got pain on my record
That's stainless, stay dangerous
Can't blame us, the trauma endured
Made me conscious and pure

Still I find myself ridin

I'm too lit (too lit)
We ridin' we ridin' yeah we ridin' on this train
This the only way that we can deal wit all the fuckin' pain
Still nothin's

yeah)
Got these tats on all on my body (Body)
Tat for every hommy (Hommy)
Ridin' with that Tommy (Tommy)
Little wave, I'm the Tsunami (yeah)
That's so

swervin' the game
I kept it on track, yo, that's word to my name
None of you niggas can learn how to surf
All of you niggas kept ridin' my wave
Drivin'

go dumb, yeah
Niggas ridin', slidin' by, might take a bitch so keep her close
Ice, cup, red, rum, choppers

A.K. Murder, Dumb, pour up, with smoke,
Go

Str8 Ballin'

2Pac

Thug Life, Vol. 1

1994

missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighin' one-sixty-five 
In a city where the skinny niggas die? 
Tell Mama, don't cry
Even when

Rippa On The Beat, bitch let me hear it

I got a couple soldiers, we
Ready to roll out, yeah
Came from the bottom
What you know 'bout it? yeah
No, we

a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
With a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty,

talking bout us
Ya my brothers by my side ya we all got it
Eight deep we be ridin' in the car
We be ridin' round town
Ya ride round this town
Ya we ride

me ridin' with my niggas
God is too good

Time flys by but these days it flys coach
Continental and the face pistachio
Diamonds dancing
But I really

Ayo Andre
Sup bro
Ay man, I got a dream
Finna take off

Your baby's dad
In a Lamborghini
Take off
In a Lamborghini

Suka e nkambini
Ridin

Can't Believe It

T-Pain

Thr33 Ringz [23 Tracks]

2008

She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or
If I was with somebody else
You don't understand

She make the people say yeah, yeah

Feel sad think bout you in my mind
Wanna ride this feeling but we running out of time
If you feel the same baby give me some sign
Let me take you

his casket
And now they covering the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular
Fuck when it counts
Tryin to make a million dollars
Out a quarter

I heard your mama been calling your phone boy where did you go?
Everything changed I heard you that worth more like diamonds and gold
He out

brudda you know I mean it
Ridin wit you right or wrong best believe it
You really left me out here alone I can't believe it
Sippin on hen smoking strong

Basketball Wives

Freddie Gibbs

Shadow of a Doubt

2015

was fuckin' on that bitch
I was ridin' in that Benz while I was fuckin' on that bitch

Come on let's roll now
Baby we can smoke out
Fuckin' up that

to hit the
Plays by the Marriott
I don't really like to dine in
Like to carry out
Anybody play up at my show
I'll get you carried out
Fuck her from