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B.Y.T.
Slip pass security to be by me
And I might be slidin' that too, providin' I do
Invite your crew, and I'll invite mine too

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

None of you know of my pain
I made a mistake by giving you time of the day
Rapping is deeper than fame
I got that from J
He rap in UA in NY
Wondering why

in the city still high
Everybody from the area together so we ride
2170, all the boys let it go
'Cause we live by the code

Yeah, I grew up, I'm

I'd be lying to the world if I told anyone I didn't miss you
Way more than I can admit to
Sometimes when the pain hits
I just drive by your crib

hit the club
But I was scrapin' by and I was high
Thought to myself I said what the fuck
I walked in with an evil grin proceeded walkin' over to the bar

Gotta Be

Fly

Jamboree

2009

can make it rain on all of your hot spots
Oh girl! when we leave the club, you should come with me girl, cause baby we can ball out
I'm talkin'

Represent, represent

As soon as they heard Apathy they tried to pull the batteries out the box
But rapidly drop when they reacted to shocks
They

Keep Ballin'

Hollow Tip

Thug Status

down
Snatch a bitch out the club
Hop in the drop and let it pound
Just to clown
'cause nigga I been down so long
Stop lyin' in your songs
How you ridin'

Freestyle Session

H.S.E.

Hustlaz Stackin' Endz

1999

straight up 'cause I got your muzzle
People too hard to figure out, so shit call me a puzzler
Freestyling nigga, boy I be showing charisma
Yeah I be

(M-M-M)

Uh, uh
Huh
Check

They can't believe that them niggas returned
We the one that the bitches prefer
In the club, we party until we get

Livin' It

Mac Dre

It's Not What You Say... It's How You Say It

inhibited
By cut throat niggas just like me that out there getting dividends

[Verse 2]
I always feel like somebody's watching me
But ain't droppin' me

Lil Ridaz

NB Ridaz

Nbridaz.com

2004

mammies only ride by my side

Chorus (2x)
Hey lil mamma can I holla at you
Can I talk to you
You'll be down for mine ill be down for you

Hey lil mamma can

But pay your ties times money, I divise wise cunning little plans
To withstand when cats drive by funny
Like I ain't got what he got, I don't play that

a bally, so I had to do a bettise
You ain't ever been the driver and had to hop out
'Cah there's no one else in the car, done it by myself

If it's beef,

as long as it's do-do I ain't picky
If I sold pounds for two fifty, would you fuck with me
I'm sliding down Tidwell, candy blue V-12
I hit the club, with

crunk (what) 
You ain't crunk motherfucker 
You ain't crunk motherfucker 
You ain't crunk (x2) 

(Spoken by Phat J) 
Yo Fuckin tired of these punk ass

on the couch
Mama that is sad news for your spouse
You stuck in the house, she out and about
She doin' what rats do in the South
You do what a cat do when it

It's J.X.O., oh
Met this boy named Sean, lived by the clubs down in the Grove
He said to keep this on the low but I'm acting up cause he went ghost

flyer than we is, who you know get' mo' paper

You miss one hundred percent of the shots that you don't take
So why you in this club sayin' you don't

Every time you see me, I got this shit on fire (fire)
Every time you see me, nigga, what you tryna buy? (Buy)

Every day, bitch, I'm out here grindin'

Zulu, you could ask Jermaine Dupri
Let's take 'em back to 2010 with Holiday in the club
Rappin' on the bar, met J Cole he said "you hard"
Then I spoke

All Hotties Eat the Jizz

Necro

Gory Days

version of Mrs. Garrett
My speech is arrogant as I get sucked simultaneously
by J.R. Carrington and Christaro Barrington
Shove my dicky in Nikki Lynn

they're not looking for me"
All of a sudden, reality hit's
As they skid up the curb
And jump out the whip
I'm not talking about beef
I'm on about

cooker
A lot of tecken
For disrespecting
I gotta get him
My brudda got him
Uno who sent him
I sent a j*ker
An after that he fuck his ucka
An after than he