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Oh no!
Yeah!
Oh no!
Yeah! Yeah!

It’s the g.o.a.t
Yeah
What’s the goal
Haibo
What’s the goal

Big draco take it easy
Hunnid bandz and i’m eazy
Drip

[intro]
new york and chi!
perfect combination,
kels, biggie

[r.kelly]
uh-huh-huh-oh
oh-o, (ho!) huh-huh-oh huh-oh


[big verse 1]
you see i don't

the neck up
Picking up crumbs man ya oughta get swept up
Going to the gym getting big getting flexed up
Just to get shot by a skinny nigga dressed up
In

'cause I need some space
Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em dead
Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em dead

Yeah, yo
Rap sort of Lambo in the garage, rambo 
They

Gangsterous

E-40

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

1999

gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous)

Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go 'head and take one
I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum

On the Bugged Tip

Big Daddy Kane

Long Live the Kane

1988

Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels

Marvel

Ghostface Killah

Ironman

1996

time rhyme crime family
That shines Godly light
Upon this hip-hop art form, yo Dunn
We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung
Never bust

woah, woah

Shoutout to these illiterate rappers that's
Gettin' screwed by yo' contract (Brrt)
A simple read of legal fee
And you'd never sign that

Play Wit Us

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Realer

2018

And send bullets through yo' neck
In the club screaming out, "who want it?" Fill my pocket with bodies
I got them pounds on the couch, the chopper right by

[Chorus]
Das EFX miss jones 
Aiyo (yo) whut go around no doubt come around 
Comes around comes around 
Das EFX we goin out so yo bust the way

Sa Sa Santino 

Yo TopBin$ Where yo Bag ct?

Shorty she on go wit some diamonds in her face
Money on the run is the only time I chase
goin dumb, for

Imma big dog
Where yo girls
And we swinging like it's top golf
Nice guy
My hands clean
I get em knocked off
Pick em up
When I come around I get

the bank up

You know the code money over hoes
Big black whip when I'm out on road
Made me list wrote down all my goals
Now a nigga rich wearing brand new

ammo to shoot this stick, and yo' ass ran out
I'm eighteen, nigga, I can do it by myself, I'm a man now
This a G-30, it's my favorite, this bitch shoot

No Nuts No Glory

Geto Boys

Till Death Do Us Part

1993

yo bitch ass
Cause if you believe in fuckin niggas, you's a hoe
And the Peter man can't tolerate hoes so you gots to go
Mr. big man, Mr. big nut
Got

a phase

Yo, got a big heart got Mum in it
Got Dad in it got love in it
Got T in it got Shabs in it
Got Femi in it got Kiki in it
Got Amir in it, Lisa

they dead
I don't fall asleep on pussy niggas, pistol by the bed
My lil' nigga retarded, he give no fucks, he shoot you in yo' head
My lil' bitch so

Have yo lil ten looking like an obscene hoe
But dem the type of broads that you like right
Tatted up getting beaten by a Ike right
Gotta Aether that Nas

she hear when it come
Knock 'em all down, like one by one
Get hit wit' that pole infront of yo son
Forever on some shooter shit
I really do this shit

went by
I still ain’t get that call
And how you feelin 
When that need you
Hit you up for loans
And how you feelin 
When they hit you
Still dont play yo

Left the house copped a house now we bouncin
City boys up by a 1000
Super dope bitch I know I'm the product
Wasn't born here they call me exotic
I

a summer jam fan where are my bands
Where my rubber band mans, my rubber bands mans

It's official bang your pistols 
Play your money it's funny I mean

moving funnystyle by your side
Tryna fight to be the king of the section
When you could be the queen bee I speak of in this session
Where you could hear

It still ain't nuthin' but a 'G' Thang
'G' thang!
'G' thang!
I jumped out of the car, let the beat bang

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