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Uh yea uh 
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me

Thuggish Ruggish Bustaz

Tommy Wright III

On the Run

up by the cashier
On the front of a magazine bone punks in harmony
Flip to the page what do I see?
Bone talking bout Memphis Tennessee like a dog

Sth. Mem.

Gangsta Blac

I Am da Gangsta

1998

fucking face, Mitchell Heights to buck it up
Treatin Loderdale the BDL will urk and hender us
BDL mean break da law
See and tell them what you saw
See they

get
Anything that you want bitch
No card game better go fish
No procrastinating my cash is waiting
I’m calculating every dime hoe
Ima get the bucks I

on

Family, friends, hoes, all ah my niggas ridin' rollie vogues

Ridin' pass me hollerin' at me bury me a snizote hoe,

Hard headed nigga bitch, die by

So I walked into a store with
A couple BUCKs from the BANK
Saw a pack of M&Ms asked
How much? 50 CENTs? Thanks
Grabbed a box of Ike & MIKEs
JONES

Ayup

They said I can't get there from here
There’s no careers 'less you're
Sellin’ books, boots, or beer
But I'll get big bucks and
Dough without

or get left behind
Or else your life gon' turn upside down
Still not satisfied by my work ethic
The clock feel like a marry-go-round
Yes, an endless 360

and I'm proud to say
It's the only kind of tune I listen to
I listen to Buck Owens every day

Okay, okay, well, well
Well, now that you've admitted

this I’m knowing 
You can tell by how I’m flowing 
I got heart like Brett and Owen 

Alright, this here is a vibe 
Get lit all night, this is my shit no

no Jordan

I married Kings and Rick Owens, I used to do the truckin
I used to get some dollars out of bitch, she said I ain't shit
When in Dutch, I put

time for time for this bigotry
Who you know rhyming like me
When you get caught in a jam who you know gon be sliding like me
By myself but feel 10 deep

you signin' your deathwish
I'm young and I'm restless with more guns than Texas
And shooters in Memphis, my flow is infectious
I dare you to test it,

to Memphis don't seem so bleak 
ct least till i get on my feet cuz you know j can't starve 
But this za ain't what they meant when they said get a plant job

Real Hustlers

Mo Money

Life of a Hustler

hustlers play

(??)
I'm a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters
Straight hustling for

currency by the stack
M town reppa liquor sippa and the souths on my back

[Chorus 3x]

I got that cake, I got that cake
These suckas see me out here flossin

large sums but me
You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass
Gain some weight, drink beer by the case, it's not too late
Become a savage,

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Wash the blood off his hands and then get baptized after
I'm the New Testament, the last five chapters
And God said he would come back by rapture

a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high