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the same
Had a pocket full of dreams, put my heart in the game
Now it's bitches by the dozen and they all know my name, the young Rizzy
Still the same kid

50 Tyson with the cards I was dealt
Be 100 or just keep it to self

Out Virginia tryna common the wealth
Where were you when I needed help
(for real

Hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of
Medicine and generate mils
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used

I'm a Ryder

TQ

Hell and Back

It's gon be a Ruff Ryde
We see that star muffin
? tears on baby's eyes
So when you see us coming
Nigga get the running
We treat the hood like

Got my, left wrist on froze, right wrist on froze
Throwin' tantrums like a baby every time doors close
I'm a keep it one hundred no pictures round my

a step dad? Maybe
She Done threw it back a hundred times, where's Tom Brady
I put her to sleep like a baby, told me her name Mercedes
Check the mother

late
You can keep yo three figures imma need eight
Split my dawg about one hundred nigga brought me back ten
Niggas love it when you lose so imma have

Shit on You

Eminem

Shit on You

2000

away from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (bitch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade,

from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in

on the pendant
Mud babies you better remember
Rap ain't paying my bills I'm a end it
Cuzzo told me keep rapping you tripping
Now they twerking on me with they ass

Potent
Oh Yea
Baby I'm a dog
Go head give it to me
Got her own money 100's 20's 50's
Keep her own gas
Rolling up the sticky
Her own tax bracket
Shawty

Sugar

Webbie

Savage Life 4

2013

baby
Deep and it feels sweet, sugar
no tellin what I do behind you, crazy 
And just living this is killing me, Mercedes

I'm so caught up in fuckin

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

Playground Psychotics

shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?

Cause baby, baby, nothing you can tell me, will ease the pain
Yesterday you passed me by, I caught your eye, I know you saw me
Why did you, ignore me
When

money for real
That lil' boy ain't run up no commas for real
Don't play with Baby I go million for million
I made it out, but yet I'm still in

but it's a fever It's a no but he keep comin' back
I love different versions of you But this time I can't keep it goin

Evil growin' in your life you

straight up with
Kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream
"Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see it's you
Bullets

problems
Tell lil' bro to pass the blunt Choppers by the hundreds
Bet I get they asses touched Niggas know I keep it on me
Pussy ask for what

trine hit me by surprise
Always keep a piece even when we order fries
30 magazine keep me off a white tee
Everything's a game baby to survive you gotta

love it when she rock that
100s in my pocket
I seen you on my end
Back down baby don't try it
She turning in pink and violet
For her I would get violent

Have some ups, followed by some downs
Followed by another year that you don't make a sound
It's taking all your patience to keep the faith in your

of the top
Back at it with an album again
Trash nigga already know he gon flop
Everybody already know we gon win (Back at it)
Out of ten we an hundred and ten

Infected

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights

2001

we keep stallin until my time's up
Line up lames it's time for your vaccination
Be glad you been infected, accept it, congratulations
I got platinum

up the beat that's what I did too it
How many niggas have I influenced
I'm losing count
Crazy what they do for clout
I keep 100 bet my crew would