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If I gotta pop
Then shit getting handled
I don't try to diss
Try to dismantle
Paying you homage
Lighting a candle
Spinning yo block
Feeling like Rambo

In the rain in the sun
Any weather that you want it
So fun mi ki'n to lo
Baby mi mo ti'n lo (Si Eko)
Phone dey ring so pick up
Make ya, ya body

want no clout
I wanna get rich
Pop open my trunk imma show you what it is
I don't really give a fuck go ahead and call the pigs
Everybody screaming fuck

to pops, moms, and auntie...
B.F.L.Y 
The kid 'bout to be high, the fam 'bout to be alright
'Cause n*gga I got the ball now 
Referee I make the calls now

to pops, moms, and auntie...
B.F.L.Y 
The kid 'bout to be high, the fam 'bout to be alright
'Cause nigga I got the ball now 
Referee I make the calls now

dawg must a bun crack 
pussy ever diss headless drop top 

Never step inna d street Fulla car a mussi fleet
Weh inna me cup a Hennessy 
kill enemy by any

gon change by any means
G 19 on ma lap I pop it you be deceased
Put ma block on the map 
We kingpins we don't fuck with no bitch

Hold on bitch
We back

They call L.A the city of angels
What that make N.Y
The city of demons, shits fucked up
Love it but its type demonic
I'm a decent man from the city

wanna Goldie Lookin' Chain reaction

Hussain's ripping it up, Y2K style plus two, innit

Like Lillets, or Always Ultra with Wings, we're the Goldie

Rockin' It

Fearless Four

Back to Mine

2007

girl, hey girl)
Peso...

(D-L-be	's) rockin' it rockin' it yes he is rockin it
(Tito's) rockin' it yes he is rockin' it
(Mike see!) rockin' it yes he

Rockin' It

Fearless Four

The Best of Enjoy Records

1989

girl, hey girl)
Peso...

(D-L-be	's) rockin' it rockin' it yes he is rockin it
(Tito's) rockin' it yes he is rockin' it
(Mike see!) rockin' it yes he

copy, Jealousy, they watching (Oh, Oh)
Think about that, following my back, I'm the front woman
Bros by my side, Gon feel the vibe, Ain't gotta lie

got game son I got skill 
Sure you pop steel when you cop that deal 
Uou is not real and my crew does not feel 
These studio thugs cause the block is

And I Know a treetop bitch a set you up just for a stack 
We don't do drive bys ain't no Shooting in the back 
My Cousins B4L faceshot gang
Go Handle that

fault shouldn’t be slipping
Yea he got shot wit tht glizzy
About..the rappin
Youngin really on shit huh
Bitches really on dick
I jus hit that nigga bitch

bitch 

21 zips dats skunk 
Thats a pound and 5 zips in the trunk 
I really get tree by the trunk 
Spent 18 months on that bunk  
21 zips nigga pass

you know I'm a player
Why you talkin bout marryin?
Tryna get it off of the dome
Like Wayne do
Pops said
For this gift they better just pay you
So I said

Move or get mauled 
Move or get mauled

Uh
I dont pop molly spit that Rob Ford
Crack era 
Hopped out the womb
Laguardia Hospital
Hats off to my heroine
I

him two's two's for the gang
I been smoking on this cat piss by the bag, I'm high as trump
Pop the trunk and doors, they hop out dumping that stick, he

Chea!
Brap
Aye
Dropped outta school I didn't learn so
I had to take the L so I can earn woah
Pussy boy actin tuff, he not for real nah
We gon' put

itch
Took a quick trip but now I'm back home winning
And l see they eyes pop like I snack on spinach
Pull up to the spot she tryna grab my digits
I'm

mesmerized by eyes and thighs and the earths movement
Rotation
No sorry honey that wasn't meant to be flirtation
I'm never fast I'm the only Aries that got

I'm rocking and roll
I been surrounded by demons you know that they're strapped with a pole
Listen I'm not in the mood for the questions I'm solid I

running out of stock
Never take L's, so we running out the clock
Shooting every shot, Matumbo with the block
Swear these haters soft cuz they trying to suck