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Bitch I run the track I rock all black I count these racks
They can spin my whole block like track 3 I don't lack
I sawed off your homie you know I

Why you go fuck on a bitch (why)
Why you gone pull up on me
You know I'm never gone miss
You know I got this shit
This beat by Bm (Bm)
I got like 3

Please excuse the ending rides
You is a bitch, you her sidedick
Uh
Bitch
Uh, how's it feel to be a sidedick?
How's it feel to be a sidedick?
You is a lie

hard
And ima spit bars over these adlibs (Rrrrr)
And i don't wanna hear no excuses about
That shit you did (Nunna dat)
Cause I blew up
Doin right by me

why I'm clutching on this heat
I gotta touch a couple M's for my brothers I can't see
Bitch, I'm banging Bfc but my cousin's 3BG

I told Kim take care

By any means necessary
Couple million buried in the cemetery
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, jealous niggas envy
Got me grippin' heavy 'case a nigga

talking bout shit
Shoot your ass in the leg
Tell you walk it out bitch
Tommy gun on me like a Tommy outfit
I'm a, Hollygrove asshole
Bitch I'm gutta like

I hear them talkin' they act like they know me
Swear that I'm good by my doley
See me in person try dappin' and "bro-ing" me
Shit be so phony
Can't

wack ass bitch
I wanna hear you singin' this
One, two
One, two, three, go!
Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch
You know what we saying, bro!
Fuck that

and got a degree
I was just outside
She said it was part of the family pedigree
She thought she would run into a nigga better then me
Well bitch you might

there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside

Capital P, Capital H

Mobb Deep

Blood Money

2006

What's up nigga give me the word nigga
I ride on these bitch ass industry niggas all day nigga
This is what we do ya' heard? Ha ha
Yeah man we stuntin'

to the streets
Where young niggas like me
Come through 7-3 lord draw in the breeze
With a pocket full of cheese
Trying get me a beat
Pull up to the club on duces

to the young Gunna
My bitch hot and wet, she remind me of a sauna
My car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger
Keep icing my neck and my wrist like it's

Mixed by Big Jerm
Produced by Hoyle, and written by me
Alright
Check it out
I remember when I first came around, on Thomas Boulevard, in late July

in the Top of the Hill apartments
Bad bitch going get me tho
She fuck with the Big Lordy got the sickly flow
Left her math right on the sticky note

long
And Omelly keep his glit
His clip hold like 33 that's
Three circles from a brick
On some shit, that's your bitch
No it ain't cause she ours

cause you're lame lame
I ain't come to play but I stay on my A Game
I wanna be on top like a circle for degree
NYU can come at me from different angles

little 3, little Gs
Hangin' by the high school, blowin' in the trees
4 little, 5 little, 6 TCs
Watch a nigga back one and dip it through with ease
7

at 100degree

Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy can’t you see 
Jethros a snake and so is reggie
Big boy baller driving my rover 
I’m so high feds don’t pull me over 
Got all

Broke

Juvenile

Just Another Gangsta

2019

place to sleep
Got three children he don't take care of 'cause he always in the streets
Remind me Denise (High Life)
That bitch, she a leech
Say she

my kids, unborn exodus
Excuse the flow, my French is just
The fuckin' best there is, yet, he's def by ear
I drink The Holy Blood from The Holy Grail

You from the crib, nah bitch I'm from the club
I fucked your bitch once and the bitch can't get enough
The difference between me and you is my money

where u tryna go
We can take it to the bed
Just let me know
I can handle you
Im a four by four truck
I got plenty more
Plenty more reasons just to get you