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Ramsey, I'ma get hot in the booth when I'm cooking it's just like the kitchen
When they nodding they head to my shit I don't ask 'em no questions I know

Over this past year, been hurt by a girl
Had a bro that I had to shut the door
Closed that bitch to open four more
Most people don't know that I'm ready

The microwaves too
Electronics only here
Now how can I help you
Getting in my business
A good way to lose
4 o'clock news
Pictures of a mangled up you
6 o'clock too

on exotics, I'ma spend it if I got it
Don't care what the price is, fuck it I want the options
I'm at the bank making deposits, like get this cash off me
Hot

You see me dressed in Dior
I still handle murda business
I do the dirt by lonesome don't need no co defendant
The whole store in his coat
I match

Hoes down but I pass to the team
If go down gon' be with a pound
And a gat in a beam
So much paper I stack by the ream
It got me acting a fiend, C4

That bagged rellos
And sent whatever to the pump four
Yeah I'm that man that would smoke
Jay's When you would roll
Up and say what up before
You hit

them dollars, grippin' this four by
Baby got that zyde, pussy sweet like a plum
Only fuckin' for a month, bitch, I already gettin' stung

Hustler runnin'

We're having business conversations
Reflect on a recent occasion
Im waking and baking, tryna pattern my thoughts
At the shubz last night with Sai linking

like what city I'ma get it in
Always remember watch who you call your fucking friends
Niggas snakes cut em off by the fucking head
If you lead you can

time my line rings I'm just praying is this Steve muhfucker I'ma kill him
But then I went away they locked me up for four summers
Sixteen seasons but

I'ma stay on my grind, you know
Stay doin' me, deep thoughts on my mind You know
Sit back, reflect on how life passed me by
The B.A. Double
Groovin'

Brah tell me would you stand in my trenches?
Yeah, how could you stand for the truth?
The truth is, you can't stand your reflection
We got the bottles

5th Ward

Raheem

Rap-A-Lot's (Underground Masters)

1992

can't win
What them boys know bout 5th Ward?

[ VERSE 3 ]
Now everybody know that 5th Ward's where I come from
So I'ma show a 4th Ward nigga where

Happiness is really only temporary
That's why
I've felt the same for 4 years
I've felt this way with my tears
You can't compare to my fears
I think the ending

I just check my account, look like business boomin'
So keep assumin', I'ma keep on groovin' in my track pants
She eat the squad like Mrs. Pac-Man

team moving backwards like a driveway
Now you find yourself down by 30
In the 4th quarter minute on the clock and it's no mercy
These new cats taking

gettin' in trouble by
And he ask me why
My father couldn't be a man? He's a lullaby
And this song just cut at two minutes
And twenty four seconds
Shit,

kick it 'cause this ain’t FIFA
And yeah, I ball, but I don’t play soccer
Yay
What is that stench coming from yo' locker?
Don’t worry about that
Just stay

ain't gon' lie
Enough pape'll get a nigga ho hit
Pandemic money gone, niggas doin' ho shit
We don't never do no drive-bys
We do door kicks
Every day I

Cah it could be worse
Two G's or checkered squares
Which one does she prefer?
I'ma buy my mum a crib before
I buy a bitch a purse
I'd rather be inside