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silence
The crew that doesn't choose to speak their mind
Is a crew that looses power over time
And now that ya finally woke up
Yo wish your mother fuckin'

Blowin' Hot Air

The Click

Money & Muscle

2001

[* Beep *]
[Answering Machine]
Good evening, at the tone
Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07
[The Click talking]
Ya know how us bosses step up,

with my potnas and we all was placing wagers
Every weekend by my grandmaw taking all her Nilla wafers
By the time I hit fourteen I started smoking by

bitch with a fat ass
Gotta keep the Glock by the fat stash
Money so dirty can't take baths
They know what I'm bout cause I love cash
Hustler of the year

could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is

could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is

could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is

could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is

could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is

could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is

could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is

love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw all the fakes

Comin' Up

Pimp C

Southern Smoke, Vol. 17: The Texas Mixtape Massacre

2006

a lot of records and grabbed somethin'
Now I'm goin' through movies in L.A
Playin' the game the way the hustlers play
And everyday I try to stack my

a group full of hoes in they room
Throw it on for me, you can't do no wrong wit' me (you can't do no wrong)
Molly, ecstasy, it's yo' song then let me see

made suits, real loose, a gym with masoose
My hood is full of hustlers and fiends that play their flutes
We shoot you first, I can see that my future's

Gangsta Bitch

E.S.G.

Shinin' n' Grindin'

1999

four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from

Yo you got a passport?
Me neither
Well it's time to get one

I think it's time to get a passport
For sex of course neck at the best resorts
Ain't

All these bitches got me hittin the remy,
full throttle, by the time I finish the bottle,
them bitches is models. It went down like this alright
here's

Duck Seazon

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

thoroughbreds, duckin the feds

Yo, my ice look fly up on the keyboard son
Niggas ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords
That's right, exile

That's a Lie

LL Cool J

Radio

1985

the largest liar that was ever created
You and Pinocchio are brotherly related
Full of criss-crossed fits, you lie all the time
Your tongue should be

Yeah, yo, Def Squad
Full Cooperation on this one, yo
Total concentration
Yo, look (huh?)
'Sup with these cats out here, son?
I don't think they

I got some soup on my plate
I got some cob in my cup
It has been a big day
Now I'm gonna drink it all up
My tum tum is now full of goodness
It's time

What Kind of Power We Got?

Public Enemy

Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age

1994

To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin'
Were you livin'
Were

and said "f*** it, I got something to gain"

Need my name and face on billboards I used to ride by
Shotgunnin', earbuds in, plotted on my time
I'm from