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Dirty Money

Scarface

Balls and My Word

2003

it down for the 9-0-triple 4
Droppin tops, fuckin fine hoes
These other niggaz is finally catching up
Listening to rappers ballin and gettin touched

Walk On Water

Aerosmith

Big Ones

1994

You make me feel so good 'cause you're so bad

Hey little darlin'
Your love is legendary
Love's four letters
Ain't in my dictionary
'Scuse my

Warm Embrace

Twista & the Speed Knot Mobstaz

Mobstability

1998

to say
I can see the fear in your face 
as I reach my waist for this warm embrace

[Chorus]
I got plenty love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I

The Dope Man

Cam'ron

Purple Haze [Clean]

2004

How I get robbed in cali
I be with cali thugs
Got mobbed in cali
Yeah that cali love
Come chatter mouth
Have my bling black is out
Stick me what

don dey wait
Oh baby
No go pass me by

Girl when you need a bad man figure I dey
Your body need a long gun trigger I dey
Girl I wanna give you sweet

Ay
Yung Shaggy on it
Ay yuh
If I’m rappin I’m ripping a mic (a mic)
You ain’t trappin you trippin aight? (aight)
My shit slap and you slip and I

Just off off the plane, had no business tryna trace her back
No love for these bitches, countin' hundreds, tryna make a stash
Chillin' with my

Busy Bee's Groove

Busy Bee

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your

speed, got a pocket full of cash
I won't listen to a thing
Got it all figured out, chasin' money
Fuck a dream (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' bitches by the twos

The Dope Man

Cam'ron

Purple Haze

2004

How I get robbed in Cali
I be with Cali thugs
Got mobbed in Cali
Yeah that Cali love
Come chatter mouth
Have my bling black is out
Stick me

my jeans like come get knocked off
Jack in the Box, these niggas clowns like why the fuck they still ain't pop out?
One by one, we knock 'em down,

Ayy
Gang, gang, gang (Mike Will Made it)
Lil Capalot, bitch, ha
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Hit the strip after school
Couldn't wait

trunk, I got 4-15s, bitch, you hear me beat (mm-hmm)
Pop that trunk, I got AR-15s, bitch, don't think it's sweet
Pop that trunk, I got what you need, my

Four by Four I'm racing
For the money head first I'm chasin
Back up I need my spacing
I cant be waiting, I need it right now
Finna roll up

Some niggas gotta go, they thinkin' shit is sweet, whole time they dissin' up on bro
But I'ma show em how I roll, we gon' show these niggas how we

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

with all your principles I keep you on your tinsel toes
I love the way you move it body coming like a movie
I've been watching you in 4k and came

(Yeah, uh)

Plug addicts, they love rappin' with me
Zombie gang my regime
We duck the traffic of D's
So I'm chasing the speed
Another slap

bout brother, I love you
Tell him, pop out, all that motherfuckin' hiding, Fo' I run in that bitch, shoot this stick at your mama
John got killed, my

Sweet Beatrice

Adam Sandler

What's Your Name

1997

fish no more"
She said "By G-d, you're right!"
So we took ourselves a snore
And when we woke up 10 hours later
We made "Love do Jour"
She's my sweet

Og hvis du ikke husker
Han så spør min homie Ice
Han kan putte deg på Mac & A K
Og Rappin' 4 Tay Bay shit all day
Og i LA du vet de putta det på
Sjekk

Put them both up to the sky
Imma stay right by her

Never leave
Never cheat
Never smile
Off my feet
Listen to the things I say
Rappin on the easy beat

me
Like my first love, it's that first drug, gets you higher than you've ever been
You should know by now that I spit fire, that is evident
Ever been

Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her