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know you a hoe)
One phone call, Kenny K on the way
Hit his ass for the lo'
Niggas get hit and still
Wanna diss, ain't tough
Hit his ass with some mo

care of me
Therefore nothing is scaring me, notice my dexterity
Balancing on ultra light beams, you see the glare in me
Challenged by the angels

Cup dirty I just sell clean
Gotta get this shit by any means
I went and got it they left us no choice
They tried to cross me and silence my voice
Rip Mo

I was born by the stars crystal rivers from afar I was flowing baby
And the mistakes that I made they were expensive sad to say I was just growing

brotha room
Damn
Who knew he'd become that nigga
A get money To flip Mo Rah Digga
I can see da bitch in ya Crew
It's you nigga
AHA
Go figure
I pray

Maybe I'll just pick 'em off
One by one
Then I'm dipping like a pick six I'm gone
Plus I got the heat
I've been cooking all spring to fall
Guessing how it

the silent treatment already ain't no siree
I'm taking on the role of a heel or the heavy
Bout to make a flick in which yo protag gets taken out by me,
Try me,

louder than words
They are more difficult to fake – Zero Dean
Nigga I’m getting this legal money so a nigga ain't even gotta trap no mo
Stack up my paper

like Sonny Bono
Slay rapper for sport, pro bono
Live action, no slo-mo
Most these niggas is overrated like Romo (uh)

You know real trap niggas get

Any miny Mo
I'ma catch a tiger by his toe and cut that nigga throat
I smoke me a blunt cause I like it true
Who made this beat? Damn, the niggas Zem

dey run away
If I see the job

I don work 24 hours
But the money I no dey see am
Papa God no be lie
Na your grace, no be brain
No be by power, no be by

10 Million Ways

Mack 10

Mack 10

1995

it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters, stick 'em up for Honda scooters
Never was a scholar, make you throw

like dat huh dats what they like
Dolla signs, rubba bands roun cash
Mayne u got a ole lady still takin care yo ass
And u like dat huh dats what they like

calm
I'm still movin' at a good pace
'Bout to drop money from my own plate
Fast life I'm, makin'a milli' on a slow day
But, I ain't in a rush, I'ma

Breaking down this fruitful loot
Stuck in my ways but I still try to get through to you
Back when times were beautiful
Money chasing
Cuticles
Wornout
Managed

he went out west
I love myself more than Kanye loves Kanye West
Alexa, play Mo Bamba by my boy Sheck Wes

to have ten cats by the Curly Wurly
Now it's top shottas back in full effect
I grew up on the block, money, power and respect
I'm a product of the YOI's,

Tha Streets

Bizzy Bone

Alpha and Omega

2004

the dirty Seven in this motherfucker, killers incorporated motherfucker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this bitch. Rasu in this motherfucker. Mo! Thug millennium,

(As I look back I watch him board the plane)
Ayy, yo, ayy, yo (brrt)
(Brrt)
Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo

Three stripes on the Gucci
Fevers, back

the Rover, Gucci Polo
Nike timbo’s show hatians hella know
Money stretch out like a limo though
Banks flow is stupid
His raps get me smothered
I get guap

still chase the note
Steady on a roll so we hunt it like antelope
Man shall not live by bread alone that's a holy quote
So anytime me ah step out me I’m

This thick one on my neck
My hoes be in Gucci fashion I
Like my hoes boujee ratchet
With me while my Uzi packing but
She be in movies acting
Find out

doggy
I don't know who hit the club
And shot up the whole party
Don't know who playin' on my phone
It might be your ho probably
You still thinkin'

Southside swag swag
east side swag swag
west side swag swag 
(swag on em)

Walk in this bitch thousand dollar outfit
and i still like kush lil bitch