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Picture me rolling
With all my Seviins in that four door
Ganga we rolling... and if you play we give out gun smoke
Nobody trolling, none of my guys

they life lacking
The government only give us
Help and life rations
They don't really care about us
RIP to Mike Jackson
I play myself in this movie
Your

touch me
The only fighting you doing
Is the fighting for your mother fucking life
Gps, send the addy ima map it out
put on a zip and a dream ima trap out

They say the real come alive in a nighttime
Aye
Popping champagne
Spending money doing fine
Got to make a play in a min
Naw I ain't got the time

And it's just one of those things where
It has to be this way
You have to be held accountable
For your actions in this life
And the citizens should

blueprints
Left some hoes on read just need your bread not your two cents
I got it my environments product
Watching Yosemite Sam plans I need plenty that

Tryin to hold you down
Seat you in that 4 door
And let you roll around
V wear shawty married to the mob
Took an oath for this things
Said she vow to play

trust a hoe
Is okay to fall in love just not with me bitch
I'm not the one for silly shit you better back up
Play with me you get killed by i don't know

to play
I just post up by the microwave
With a stack of books
With a big shank and enlightened brain
Poker face
and my cards held
Some niggas is bidding

Hoes
Too quick
Too slick
Too wit
Too hit
Too lit
Too big
I told you
Got that money
Play to win
So ain't shit funny
Mini men
Don't even bug me
Get your

this bitch, my fucking, rejects rob.
I mean my reject mob, hold heat as we play god dam.
Read these scriptures, see these pictures.
These gold diggers,

like 5 times 2
Let me ride by you, with a high rise view
If you think I'm slowing down, well I'm not that dude
I'ma stay on my grind, so you got that?

stomped you
Lil piss boy, wear pajamas and romp you
Get my crew together and mob you
The sun gods don't take shit from blockheads
Ride around town, blow

come with the facts
I don't play Gats but my niggas they will
While we rolling the pack
Send me the Addy I'll come through the back
Your people aint home

One in a Million

Pete Rock

Poetic Justice [Original Soundtrack]

1993

on the job like the mob every single say
'93 no shorts, music is my sport
The hot metal's on my waste, brother here's a taste
In your face, the bass chillin

That bitch freaky, she gave me that slob
Making money, not out with the mob
Time flies when you chilling with the guys
And the hoes gotta pull up, your

First thought is that money when i hear that phone chirp
Bitch don't hit my flip phone. Heard your ass done flip flopped
If you want your head in tact

and teks
Mob connects, tryin' to disrespect, save your breath
'Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet
On the edge of death like we the last

That depression sits in and it gets the last laugh

Like the track on a sitcom, play it for nostalgia
Get the most out your eyes before the vultures try

in the leaf is only confidential
Passing by, waving, feeling presidential
Shy resident pedaling to the holy temple
Feel the vibration in your mental,

In the Ghetto

Russ Lee

Same Thing Different Day

2004

the way to go, play your role

But you don't hear me though, this what I'm living fo'
Hustle till I get mine, grind cause I need mo'
Shots release, too

richer, huh
Five bands on a fit, hah
Five bands on a fit, but your pillow looking like a tea bag, nigga? (Huh)
See that nigga by the gate? (Yeah)
That's

to the DJ
12 got the next play covered like an x-ray
Down to the bone, make your bones crumble
Why be derogatory disco mumble?

Now we sail the seas like

Who Could It Be

Z-Ro

My Favorite Mixtape

2009

H-Town mob figgas
Rob niggas, on the block affiliated with drug dealers
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggas
You don't want to step to us, you