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Trina

Still da Baddest

2008

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[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond

Baby I'm a dog I'm a pitbull
I just get this money by the fist full
Fully automatic all my pistols
Had to cut her off but we still cool
Baby I'm

Conjure the Legions

Planetary

Heavy Lies the Crown

2014

dreams
I'm glad it's over, a disease to a dying breed
A pitbull lion who screams, who's surrounded by bees
A pack of wolves, your career will be over

Home Sweet Home

Lloyd Banks

H.F.M., Vol. 2: The Hunger For More

2010

what I'm a give em when they land in last place
Hand right by the... they ain't too many seeing us
So they wanna take my gifts
But I wrap em with

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

PAPER


Nobody does me better 
Nobody instrumental by Robin Wesley

Nobody can do me better 
Than All My Paper

Nobody can do me better 
Than All

it back
You scared to fuck that paper up like you can't get it back
Boy, you know how many times I went and got it back
Let's fuck this paper up, go

Listen boy I'm getting money by all means
I'm the star on the top like a Christmas tree
Everyday in the streets searching for the bread
If you step on my

thinking bout a hater
Coke by the keys
And weed by the acres
All is i think is paper
All is see is paper
I got money in my eyes
All i see is paper
I got

than silver and gold, strippers & hoes
Ik that one day I'll get old 
Don't care to hold on to paper 
I want my woman to hold 

My wife to be exact 
She

If you ain't bout no paper, then why you fucking off 
Get your muthafucking cash 
If you ain't fucking with me then dont fuck with me at all 
I'm

thru 
Shout Mell and Shout out Cole, y'all my mans too 
With out y'all, don't know what I'm gon do 
Young boy introduced to the hustle 
Consumed by

diamonds
Boy, you barely shining yeah, VVS
Word to Chapo booming by the CVS
My niggas doing bravo

No more favors need my paper
No more favors no more favors

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati

be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in

on
Comfortable ambience even though things and
Their terrible state is a red paper
Says it makes America great
All my boys all fire camped
Out some flames but
We

want to
By time I was three
I knew how to work a pistol
Hunned rounds drum, it'll let the shit go
Who the fuck is that, roll down the window
Off papers

of yo stress
Gotta do this for the ppl ya
No breaks boy that is yo set
I'm never letting you catch yo breath
Don't think about stopping gimme more reps

on this road and we can't stop working
I'm from

The Avenue
Where I'll be walking by solo
Stop and chunk a deuce at a cholo
Yeah I'm from
The Avenue
Where

up (payin' up)
Payin' up get ya paper up

Yeah it's Pillsbury Bizzle boy I chase the dough
You can feel it when I walk in like I shake the flo'
Got ya

Welcome 2 Houston

Pimp C

The Boss of All Bosses

2009

H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine
Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off

Got

like cool, bitch
Don't wake me up, i'm dreamin'
Puff, puff, pass, that's old school
I'm getting yesterday's paper
That's old news
The way I'm programmed,

in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,