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speaking, seeking tea
Hoe I aint speaking on the bro
No low, we never break the code
The code we live and die by
The life we living, it's nonfiction 
You

'm bumpin' screw music 
With Big Mike and Scarface with Luke Loop 
Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke Duke 
When I'm in Miami I go to scoop Luke 
To see

Moving bags like the trash man narcs hot
Put that dope by the trash can blowing za
Im kinda low call the gas man if you running
Up the pro's get

I mix my highs and lows
They can't handle my flows your bitch day I'm incredible
Yeah I'm her number one I got her kitty
She looking real pretty, I

Cause if them jackers catch ya slipping,
lil' man it's for real

I'm ma show you boys
How to work a wood wheel
First thing game face on hand on a steel

I know, I know she a pro
I know, I know she a pro
She love to work it
She love to work it
She love to work it
Cause she a pro

I step in the club

the lean and I mix it with the cola
Ice in my cup so when I be sippin' it be colder
They ain't feelin' me yet, shit I'll give it by the year
Listenin to my

Mr. Nigga

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides

1999

like a chump 'cause he got what they want (want)

He under thirty years old but already he's a pro
Designer trousers slung low 'cause his pockets stay

shackle my wrist
I slept on a mat, now I'm back in the mix
You ain't no savage, don't lie to me, nigga (on God)
I'm from the apartments, my heart in

Born in June
So lil mama
My Cancer 

She move
Like a pro
Body like whoa

After the Club
Only one place to Go

Gitty Up
Gitty Up
Ride On my face
Pineapple

Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!

to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?

[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those

come through when I slumber
Naw, and I ain't talkin' bout a lil' bit No, not finna trip by the lil' bitch
You can take that straight back real quick I

I gotta get right
Eyes real low and tight
Walk in that class, teacher say, "Boy
You high as kite"
I told Mr brent I’m high as a flight
He say, "Just

It's the R

Rakim

The Master

1999

Hey yo, it's Mr. Low,key, you need to go see 
The host by far a mostly O.T., with a brand new show, but 
You know how the flow be
'Cause when I

it poppin'
Just look at how she drop it, lil' mama a certified pro
She need her own show, slide on down that pole and grind slow
Hell no, I ain't

Say Yeah

Wiz Khalifa

Say Yeah

2008

it poppin'
Just look at how she drop it, lil' mama a certified pro
She need her own show, slide on down that pole and grind slow
Hell no, I ain't

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

it anything goes, uh
I got them racks on me money attracting me. I spend my time counting pros
Get it in straight by the load, uh
Wash and repeat

and ask if I fuck with these dudes

I pour up the purple rain
Mixed with exotics got smoke in my face
Bad lil bitch finna come my way
Eyes so low gotta

daddy paid, drive a Bentley B
In by the lights, can't be for the streets
I could never understand her obsession with me
I got bitches
On the low low
They

it's ma' pleasure (Thanks)
But, don't ya' mix me up with Tom Hanks (Uh)
I'ma tell y'all, 4 years just passed by (Passed by)
Now the time's come, we must