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know you don't got it so come work again
Tired of rappers who drop rappers over you
Braggin' too much you're not even the best
All of them pop beats you

again I won't have a ride to pay them
It's summertime I'm sweating
No A/C no electricity lights out like Jay-Z
It's kind of dark in here
I kind of wish I

again I won't have a ride to pay them
It's summertime I'm sweating
No A/C no electricity lights out like Jay-Z
It's kind of dark in here
I kind of wish I

with hella ARP's we got like 4 with us
Bullets hit his opp ass get 'em high and have 'em floating up
We treat his ass just like a Disney movie leave em

and Reebok's,
Stacking too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box,
Saving, he promised his mom'z a crib in Atlanta,
And his pops got killed through debt, he was

dey test me
No dey denzi gi
Hey where you from omo gen z?
Sexy o tun flexing
089 texting
Lay by the beach just resting
Make I move to the next tin
Hug

Asshole By Nature
I see you motherfuckers just determined
To make a nigga get on y'all ass
Roach ass motherfuckers
I don't know what to do with
You

Insurance can't cover this damage your GEICO
Useless against me like Kanye and Jay-Z oops that's a typo
Nah I ain't reading this 
Childish Gambino that's

Welcome 2 Houston

Slim Thug

The Boss of All Bosses

2009

Slim thugga, muthafucka!

Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born

eyes bout to tear
Shine bright, chandelier
Yeah
I pull up in a Benz or rover, y'all bitches go crazy
You rappers want zeros like Jay-Z but rappers all

they're telling lies though
Moving loose with the one pop
Like I'm on something
If I miss the first time
Then Imma gun buck him
Trust me, I ain't playing no

choppas
Hang with dread heads
Them my shottas
Don't play
MML gonna pop ya
Ima don dada
Smoking on cookies
Big rasta
Knock all that beef out yo taco
I keep

gotta be down and know the deal
Play your grown up role we chill
And on and on and on and on
Champagne we pour with patron

Uh, Jay305 crusin
Listen boos

I'm Jay Z
I'm thinking maybe, we can work this out
But you played me like me brady
Baby, you can call me young shady
Got no apologies that I wanna give

Live Soil

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick

But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this

Popeye's no chicken
She runnin' from the dick come here hoe I'm not finished
They say I whip that whip like I'm Waluigi
They say I sound like Jay-Z but I'm

Life

Z-Ro

Life: The Making Of A Prophet

2002

love no more everybody about the dollar
That's why when I pass by the G-O-V don't holler
I pop my collar and don't follow nobody
Keep god first

IKBAL (Hayce Lemsi)
Allez dire à Jay-Z que les vrais
Négros de Paris sont ici
(Dis leur que les vrais bicos
De Paris sont ici)
Les vrais Marseillais

Problémů víc než Jay-Z, problémů víc než dost (Dost)
Tančim s nima, Swayze, ano, občas lost (Woah)
Pro Čechy málo Čech (Čech), pro Rusy málo Rus (Rus)

done
 Jump on the track and bless it like a reverend 
I would lose my mind if I stayed working 9 to 5
Very few by my side
I don't stop, watch me thrive!

makin'
And once I break then I'ma show my peeps that I'm not fakin'
See my man Pop or Die from the block
Niggas wearin' [Incomprehensible] reverse
As we

with my pops
I hoped I'd never hit a lick
I was living with depression
Going through some crazy shit
Had my nigga by my side
To this day he never

grows
And I know, this for sure
Money clean, and it grows

Heaven or hell nigga, two ways
Choose wisely
It's Carter next, no Jay Z, but he's here to body

Line it up, A to Z
We don't need to have a talk
We don't need apologies
I'm a fucking prodigy
Y'all a joke, comedy
Hoe got fucked out by a pimp
You not