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and D-B-T-P-N
Beats By The Pound gettin down, lettin a nigga Mystikal, come on in

[Mystikal]
Nigga we bout it, we rowdy, another soldier united
Now whatever you

no stopping till I really know I've done it fine
Wintertime now the sun setting early
Man I was putting in the work now I'm done getting dirty
I got

so willing; trying to stack it to the ceiling, that’s a good feeling.

I don’t wanna work a job just to make a living, make money work for me so I can

a lick
I heard she strip
I pick her up for the brain
I send her back in a Lyft
I put in work like its third shift
Over time this her third shift
Over-grind

so willing; trying to stack it to the ceiling, that’s a good feeling.

I don’t wanna work a job just to make a living, make money work for me so I can

nigga cooperating with the state
We live by the code so no we cannot relate And we don't give no info so 5-0 don't got no case
So stay the fuck out my

can call me Malii but I go by Maljhai! 

I pick it up, I drop it down 
I'm feeling up, I'm popping now
I turn ya smile into a frown 
“Where you at?”

CHORUS 

DESTINY FULFILLED BY THOSE WHO FIGHT FOR IT (BE FEcRLESS)

THcTS YOUR LOSS IF U CHOOSE TO IGNORE IT

IM TRYNc CLIMB UP BUT NIGGcS BE PULLING

Wicked Ways

Sunz of Man

Gangsta Rap [Simply the Best]

2001

fifty three, who have received the law 
By the dispositions of angels, and have not, kept it 
Transgressed it, better burn your testaments 
Ain't

me 
Don't gotta blast for me 
Baby i ball and get cash like an athlete
Dont play by the rules cause they say it's no touching
I'm grabbing her ass

to hit his home
But fa now just play it smart
Sit on his shit like willy jones

Won't catch me justifying work
They gone free me by the morning
Why

monstrosity
I was led by the sheep
Became a shepherd For the weak
I stand against the elite
It's a billion us so what's it gonna be
A million streams ain't shit

Now I'm 'bout to get back to cuttin' a rug
You can spend it like that when
You fuckin' with the plug
All of my niggas eating
Can't nobody stop that
Bro

burritos
Talkin' bout logistics, I had to get it to my Migos
Hundred bails of cilantro Don't need it for no tacos
Fifty keys of sour cream Got me feelin'

you promise you’ll change
And you have the mentality once in a year and you give it a week and you throw it away
What’s the point, yeah sit and point,

Erie and surrounding areas in the 50's, 60's and 70's
Now this is how I remember that bygone trade
That kind of faded away when drywall began it's raid

seen it
1:50 in now what I'm gon do next 
Niggas tripping I ain't replying to they group text
Hoes in my ear talking about some group sex
They shot

great shit
Really, y'all should be honored by my lateness, I've been killin' shit for years

I ain't have nowhere to tape it, nine times out of ten, if

inside
I played it wise now these red dots aiming straight for my eyes
Been more precise with the rhythm but I still can't get by
Promethazine cure

now
Young prince in the city I brought the drinks with me
Crossed over to ten bands and made it fifty
Grand entrance with some biddies
I got two with me

most of what she want, I ain't trying to be funny
Niggas getting loot outchea but fuck 100%
If it don't make dollars it ain't making no cents
Hit a lick

Desi thinkin bout what bat he gonna hit me wit
While yayo and his son are busy being 50's bitch
Shit im make it fuckin public till you pussies hit my

And it's so aggravating, you work so hard so many years
But can't get no respect cause you got tattoos and your ears are pierced and your hair is long
They

hate it’s astounding
It’s God bless any label that found me
I’m the bomb like I put up a wild three
I’m LeBron I got shooters around me
Yankee 9 fifty my