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lil baby
In the streets, got to keep a peace fuck the beef
Brand new V, this ain't no 22, it's 23
Pop a P, I'm on my P's and Q's to finer things
My soul

But that’s cool lil pistol he gone slide with me
Fake love got damaged left me stranded why you lie to me
Gotta be heartless in this shit at least I try

Right Back at You

Mobb Deep

Street Saga

2008

Ain't no turning back when I start blastin'
Pick up the handle and insert the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm like motion
No signs of anger or fear

Umbrellas

Peanut Butter Wolf

The Now Sound Redesigned

2005

might not be no next time
We're falling back in the sea of our brothers, are calling at the bottomless ocean
Gusting down alleys and through streets

tryna have some fun
Ain't seen my bro in months, got caught up with them guns
Now I never hold back, I'd die but the truth I hope you know that
My

eyes, the color of love
in your eyes, the color of love

(chorus)
diamond in the back with the sunroof open
driiiiivin down the freeway
eyes real low,

were you when i was down
Not plenty hanging round
Heavy on the is what it is
Got to get it back to the crib
Days go by the weeks go by
Don't matter we

the numbers is great
Took a L for it all, had to get in the groove
Lil baby wanna fuck but I ain't in the mood
50K for my kit, 2K for the shoes

Big ass,

in the left lane tryin not to hydroplane switchin lanes.
Hell nah boy we not the same I ain't in it for the fame life a lil game that I like to play
I

artist
Shoutout my lil' brother Kenny Muney
Wait, what'd you say? (Kenny Muney)

I was sittin' in the hood with a dream and a weed sack
Fast forward,

niggas, got the game in the slang
Nine out of ten, that's my homeboy name

I told my ho back up, oh shit, don't need no beotch
I get on beats and talk my

town by any name
Gonna find my afterglow
San Luis Obispo

The difference between delight
And loneliness could be a one way flight
In these San Luis

name under the hood, Yo Gotti, 
Sometimes I think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime I gotta think ahead
I got base in the trunk,

back dro
Can't get caught in the mix
By these fake trouble cops and
They crooked ass tricks
And uh, hold up yo, niggas rollin' up
For what? I don't know

in store like it might close
I know, I know, I know, I know 
Learned to move the shit by the back door 
But we got the drop on the spot tho 
I don't

Sorry for the sore spots didn't mean to canker
Never let the worries outrank ya
Mike Todd said the mission is to Rob hell
Now I'm in the spiritual gym

a stain
Gucci shades
True religion, Prada lace (Prada lace)
Coolin' through the hottest days (days)
Beat the street with choppa blades
Rob who? Get

IFI made this
Yeah, you know Pascal cookin' up
I'm in too deep in these streets
I be high cause I smoke a lot of weed
My pain run deep you can't

Once you cross that line, it's over with
They never show me love, so I hate showing it
Always speak my mind, I'm never holding in
Crossed that street

all by myself
If you ain't gettin' money, then you goin' loco, loco

Take the game, put it in a choke hold, chokehold
Need my chicken, neccesita pollo,

some sizzurp
I'm back off in the kitchen working, whip the pies
Say you need a half of brick give me twelve-five
Fifty pounds of Gross, several pounds

my shawty I make sure I ahh
Just for some comfort I’m ready to rob

I fell in love with some ganja and rhymes baby 
I’m a playboy but love all my damn

Quickie

U.S.D.A.

Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A.: Cold Summer

2007

back in
Stretchin' dames out, call me Big John Stud
All I need some Red Bull and Bud

I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin'

of my heart 

Yeah they still listen 



If it wasn't for this rap 

Bitch who I'll be ?

I got shooters in the back 

Trynna find a fee

If I told you