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You gone see us winning
Strayt Style up in the building
I see you in your feeling
I know you see us living
Big goals Im focused on it
Six 0's two commas

You smoking on weed we know that shit laced
Switch got a beam hit you all in yo face
We getting rich nigga you late
Finna smoke me a wood
If we talking

Three Nails and a Cross

George Strait

Here for a Good Time

2011

He was sitting on the front porch of a half-way house
Chainin' cigarettes and drinkin' coffee
I was walkin' by on my way home
stopped and said,

to Friday stay-be baby
plus stylus, sippin on Berry's iris
My windfall- be rich by sixteen
Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a dream
Saw her knockin all

I’m bout too kill all you n****s I’m feeling like Mike at the end of October n***a
I'm here too handle business I ain’t come in this hoe too shoulder

store
Got the shells by the trunk, gotta keep it on the low
Put 40 on your head
Fuck around, you won't say shit
Talkin' 'bout a BBL, bitch I'll give you

Ex bitch looking rough like a stray
Big zips coming in by the bag
All this money man my pants gon sag
We gon pull up in a Rari or Jag, aye
Black snap

cheeks, like I'm bout to reload
Eating that pussy like
Tom nook running around town with a big ass bone
We stacking them bells yeah we never go broke
You

Don't Stop Rappin'

Too Short

Greatest Hits, Vol. 1: The Player Years, 1983-1988

1993

don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke

(cut) 
Get me a self sufficient rich nigga (oh yea)
These other niggas invertebrates 
If u ain’t on my level or better I esmaculate (fym)
Like Fuck wat u

the mud, but we lit now
(On my mama) a big guy, crashed the coupe
Then I switch drops
It's all bosses at this table
You can't sit down i asked that nigga for

We strapped we got them choppers crew is no big coz we want no jokers
Kila side tumepiga mboka if you ask them they know about us
We strapped we got

Hate on the streets, get the bag, no justify
Hate on me, get rich, can't rectify
Hate, get the bleach, 'bout to murder, call me Svenify
Hate on me,

Don't care bout the fame
I still can't believe that Kobe's gone
By the time that I was fifteen my wrist was light blue
I do not expect you to like what I

all of you just to know my name
Want to get so big that I can't turn back
Want to be washed up and I can't face facts
That I'm no longer relevant

to fast
Big bag got em big mad
Army guns get ya toe tagged
You ain't slatt
You ain't slime nigga
You da type to switch sides nigga
Keep the 30 like Steph

big thangs
And da hoes say I'm hotter than a bic flame
Fuc da police they know me by my nick name
Cuz I'm still hangin out like big chain
See da feds

You the type of nigga bring a gun to a fist fight
You a lil' dog all bark no big bite
Hit 'em with a left if a nigga can't get right
No stoppin' me I

like it when she calling in the pm
I'm a pimp
Fuck these niggas simp
Why the fuck you bitching that's why you Bitch up in my crib
Pussy's beefing bout me

Fake nigga, talkin' 'bout he rich but barely is, huh
Eight figures, jumpin' off the stage into the kids, huh (yeah)
Single out the shooter, take

baby sippin hennebeto
And I like Deja too
She gimme Deja-Vu
But she always tryna lecture on the things I do
Cause you could tell she be mad bout

cent your boy be hated by many men
Swinging for the fence you disrespect I'm swinging for the chin
Hold up do you see him wait I think Lyric coming

Starkology

Ghostface Killah

Apollo Kids

2010

had to chill instead get neck
Rich chandelier gown all over my flesh
'Bout to throw ladies to Haiti, peace to Wyclef
Blowed y'all cream never throw

Big Up

Defari

The Next Chapter: Strictly Underground

1995

Big Up to black big up to ballers and the coniac 
Big up to be	 Boys who spend hours in the record raps 
I hate these out of space MCs who think