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Remix,
We gotta lotta money,
Come on we didn't have to hurt em' like
Dis 50, well anyway, g-unit!

I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty what

guess that's what they mean by for better or worse
I'm returning your purse and gon finish this verse
Then send it out
Hope I make it out outta your hold

[DJ Talking ] 

Ladies, this is for ya'll
You Got It Bad Remix

[ Joe Budden Talking ]

I Like how that feels
Been there, done it
Let'em know

[

straight to the money call me blue face 
Thirty make you do the running man, call it Tay Kay 
One rat, kill a hundred men, call it trey way 
One gat, If it

They say that 772 Love clear up yo dark clouds
I turn from Rags 2 Riches and I Ice you out
I like having you around, So I gotta put it down
Step into me

the label I know what I’m worth.
Swoop dropped the beat so I cooked up a verse.
Just to get on this shit make the violence commerce.
I spit and it’s hot we

show time
I just went back to back like I'm KD
Suavebaby I make it look easy
And I'm not from this earth like I'm ET
They be on me they scream when they

thanking God that I get to make it home tonight 
Lord, this world scarier than a poltergeist 
My freedom got a loop hole 
They should've read it over twice

It's Trey and the Hizzouse
Woo, woo, yee, woo, woo, hey, woo, woo, woo
Watchem' go off
Woo, woo, yuh, woo, woo, yuh, woo, woo
Go off

Turn an eighth

to describe this
All I’m tryna do is make a hit
But nobody wants to give a shit
I try my best to break the limits and I don't beat a damn remix
Do you think its

like she boutta make a rash decision
So imma gas the engine, remix I'm turning the key
Past ignition, got shotgun and she got bad intentions
And it's

those, Ray Bans lens
These raps will leave you bawling
But Pandora's Box is why I'm coughing
Taking it to the face I gotta get these drugs weighed
Make

what's up 
Everywhere I go you know I get love 
Gotta keep It tucked cuz you niggas always changing up 
They might take one of y'alls but niggas ain't

It's that new age anthem, the two faced ransom
We making fly music so my rhymes stay handsome
I kick the beat down homie hit by the ankle
Burning

4, 5, 6

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

the cee-lo champs"; -> Nas

I make em sweat from beginners to the vets, I'm a threat
Some niggaz double up on they fifty bets
I gotta be nice to the dice,

a fix I am fixated with
Seeing shadows dancing on the walls feeling sick
T packed the king palm with the dowel now it’s lit
LSD rained down till it hit by

at will ( you drop it at will, you drop it at will) 
A modest appeal provocative feel 
Look I gotta chill out like on the real 
The knowledge is common too

don't get it twisted I'll never, promise anything til I make her a Mrs., I'm a
Petty nigga, I'd rather burn all bridges with niggas
Stick to myself, I

a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe you could live,
I knew it wouldn't work, but I just

look like deal or no deal 
I fucks wit my plug gave it to me bag sealed 
Bitch ima thug make this 9 yo last meal 
Ima wizard wit this trey 
And I shoot

dubbin 
Now worried backend & frontend we doubling 
Gotta pay an admission if you want me clubin
If I walk in Ya spot Bitch you know I'm gone up it
If I

great
You hear that pop pop pop pop pop, and the glass break
Ayy, that nigga took Trey to the head, he got a glass face

Ayy, I woke up high as fuck, it

to start in this game
It's like the trey payin for profit, it's hard to explain

[Chorus]
I sold a lot of pounds, in and out of town
A nigga gotta clown.

Ay its NOVA
You know I had to jump on the remix for this one 
Ay SUPRIYA  what we tellin them 


When I'm callin' baby pick up the line 
If you