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Jeep
Tracked him with the satellite ambushed him in the street
Smushed him with heat
They say money make the world go round
I say it make a crooked cop

shot him
Riding round in that black coupe like Batman in Gotham 
I just really want my uncle back I swear to God I wish he never popped them
I had tough

your toes curl
You my woman not my girl
Ain't a contest but our love all-world
Next level sex pulling up that dress
Baby love when I make that pussy

in Oprah's bed

Money make the world go round funny how the table turn around
All the pretty girls come around
Greatest ever do it they don't know it

'Cause it's pretty hard to find a good man
Who gives a god damn...
When he's treated like Job by the powers that be
What are the rest of us fucks

family baby)
(Master P, Kane, and Abel)
(To the world)
(Haha)
(We're here when all our homies need us 
though you heard me ain't nothing changed)
(Just

One Hundred Punks

Generation X

The Best of Generation X

1985

Don't sleep all week only when they fall down 

A hundred Rumble boys and Tumble girls 
Protected by steel in a private world 
Tomorrow's famous faces

why i’m stuck on a boy who don’t want me
My mama says I’m lovely
And ooh someday you’ll regret that you never came running
i really hope you love me by

on fire
Wreckshop done came, and took the whole world by surprise
Independent label, counting money across the table
Twenty hoes in my stable, TV's in

on fire
Wreckshop done came, and took the whole world by surprise
Independent label, counting money across the table
Twenty hoes in my stable, TV's in

strippers 'round the
World wanna sponsor me (hey)

Almost rich, ayy, whoa
Almost rich, ayy, yeah, oh
Almost rich, yeah, ayy, whoa
Almost rich, yeah

worked in stock
Boy talk about money
Got it safe in the box
Girl talk about honey
Let me get in your pot
World domination
Let me get in that spot
I'mma

explodin', like my name is Metro Boomin
I am not an icon living
But I can hit your girl with a world class dickin'
Beat it so good, now she's cookin in my

raiding tombs
Like Laura Croft
Sticky leafs, I smoke like exhaust
On pipes
Ask ya girl I’m cool like a puck On ice
Foam pearls I ran from the boys all night

Or the cold or the bitch one
"Pick one"
You want some? I got some, come get some
Fake artists, the world, it forgets 'em
Dividing nosy posers like a septum
All

Well I suppose I've always had an aversion to settling
I got this fever and a challenge is medicine
Feel it hit you like a shot of adrenaline
Turn

Simply Amazin'

Exile

Below the Heavens

sparked by the guy right here?
I make y'all niggas see the light like a bright idea
Heard you was lookin' for my weapon but my tongue's right here
So you

Yeah I gotta get mine
I spent my summer gettin high and stealing stop signs
You know you smell that strong on me when you walk by
Ridin round swervin

chapped, hit me 'bout shoes
Big grime souls, big girls souls
Yeah I got a big tongue for the goose
I say shot that day, I wear a scarface
Thank God that

never felt like this
I don't know if luck is the right word
What I need to make sure you heard
All them girls with them hairs curled
Wish they was you

his eye on me
Well hi god
Hope you got me on your iPod
Still a cynic I only trust in what I got
Blame the world for my bleak outlook my eyes shot
And if

choice of music,

Who shot me in the heart? So annoying Cupid,

She the girl of my dreams - I just wish it was lucid,

I wish I had the nerves to do

a glizzy by side
I can't trust no fiend
My girl think I'm cheating
I'm out getting this green
Big dog
The rest of y'all pups
Heard they talking shit
I don't

One]

Check the new style 
my flow is versatile, 
sub zero or scorpion, I'm spitting 
like reptiles, I'm shutting this game down
 you heard it verse for