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22 is the label, yeah, we gettin' that bag
My empire risin' so it's time to stash
I lost a lot of time so I gotta move fast
I got mouths to feed

Uh, you know around here gettin' reckless Uh, we leavin' this dumbass breathless
Uh, talkin' to me, then you headless Uh, four Nick, lift his ass

barely gettin by off a punk ass check plus you spending every dime tryna get out of debt but I'll get paid on this quest and I put that on my death doin me

them young niggas gettin' to the bag, now they bossin' up
Flyer than your nigga with a suit on, bitch, I'm sharp as fuck
If you spark it, I'ma light it

Yeah yeah
I been tryna get up
In that new urus
Baby tryna play me
She tryna get a new purse
Gettin lined up
By these bitches is
Just a cruel curse

Ayo
Tonight's mantra
Is two words
Fuck it (Hahahaha)

Bitch, I'm saucing until we hit the morning
The DJ got it louder than a V8 engine roaring

C'mon, uh Doap Nixon, AOTP
Gotta be a betta way
I found out that by the time
You make it in life
You find out you already had it
That's real talk

at the club tonight
Yeah, I'ma got it
Peace I'm out, you know how it go

(Verse 1)
I'm standing at the door of the club
Breath smelling like a pub
Gettin VIP

(Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?)
(Nine9 made it)

I'm in YSL with the gang
For my jeans I just spent the whole thing
I can take your

and Click
Try to run up, you get shot In ya' face
On the block, yeah, I'm totin' on Kelly
If shit gettin' heavy
Get shot in ya' belly
Smokin' JB, got left by

your pay pal, nah
See music bout to feed me
But it kept me breathin’
Kept me believin’ when I ain’t
Have nothin’ to believe in
Now I listen to the river

It Won't Let Go

Ol Skool

Ol' Skool

1998

be happy if we just maybe conversate 
Take a walk on the lake and have a dinner date 

It's gettin' late but the night is still young lady 
Ya got

Oh no, look what we have done
They've got us on the run
Baby, there's no need to fear
I'm your pistolier

We're growing young so fast
They said it

the boat
Then you drown with it
I ain't have a car, so I Crown Vic' it
I spilt a four, got my hand sticky
4 paint a picture on the canvases
Gold-diggin'

Verbal Massage

Prime Minister Pete Nice

Dust to Dust

1993

[ VERSE 1 ]
What could it be, y'all, massage oriental?
[Ang]-Fu-Young rhymin over instrumentals?
Never paid for ass, sent the geisha to the gogo

Six in the mornin', awakened by a knock on my door
Grabbed my fo-fo' before I put my feet on the floor
And yelled "Who is it?", peeped through my

it’s horse and wheeze
Raised by real G’s so these songs I sing
Scrapes on knees and elbows
From the blocks we rose
Too young to buy a black
But we was

stay out all night
She doesn't like my haircut, she says me friends are lousy
And then she says, "It's gettin' late, can't miss me ousey-ousey"

Oh,

I ain't worried 'bout shit like
A coon ah matata i ride around with my bitch
Like Bonnie and Claude-a
Oops, I meant Clyde, hit it from the side
When

She fell in love it was just a one nighter
First thing i do in the morning say bye
Im international with it im flyer
Lungs be proud of me get too

don't got shit to lose
'Bout my business but to you don't got shit to prove
Never out of character I always play it cool
Niggas askin' how I'm livin' by

had to state for mine
Niggas that move like snakes
Put em in the grave Like 9
Feet downFuck 6 feet down
A young nigga talking big shyt
Then it’s gon be

the sweet summertime 

We weren't in love, oh no, far from it 
We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit 
We were just young and restless and bored

Young Tycoons
Uh
I'm super spoety
Cats know I'm wit my dog like Odie
They think I live the sweet life
I'm talkin' Zack and Cody
And if yo girl is