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Holla at Me

Fat Joe

Unleashed, Vol. 6

2006

DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of

You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let

Cause if them jackers catch ya slipping,
lil' man it's for real

I'm ma show you boys
How to work a wood wheel
First thing game face on hand on a steel

It was a party on a Friday I walked in with my crew
Hardly flashy, I'm rocking minimal jewels, fresh from my shoes
To my cut, keeping a low profile

money
Money money money
Let's walk down the aisle
On another isle
We can do it for the gram
But that's not my style
My eyes stay low like my profile
I

I've been living crazy day to day, it's heartless in the trench
I could break the game down play by play, no charge just pay attention
You could call

puffing that Lil Dro. (Cheah)
No low rider still big pimpin'
Wake up in the morning chef my eggs get to wiping
She can like her last text yeah I use to have

Don’t wanna die
Don’t wanna halo
But I wanna fly, give me an Angel
Ask how I am, I think that I’m Bueno
I Don’t wanna stay low give me a Peso, yeah

Keep It Gangsta

Lil Rob

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

Smoking Mary Jane and we pimp hoes
Low Profile coming at you
I don't give a fuck and I'm here to blast you

[Chorus]

Keep It Gangsta

Lil Rob

Low Profile Gangsters: Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

Smoking Mary Jane and we pimp hoes
Low Profile coming at you
I don't give a fuck and I'm here to blast you

[Chorus]

I don't need to pop no jigs I roll it up and blow
Fuck a dirty nose the only white I smoke is widow dog
I might mix it with bubble gum
I like a lil

Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

The Coup

Da Undaground Sound, Vol. 3: East Meets West

1997

suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his

Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

The Coup

Genocide & Juice

1994

suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his

But when the buzz fades they walk away
Watching my profile every day
With “Lil No Hope”
I gave that runt a career
Now I'm taking it the fuck back
All

the lean and I mix it with the cola
Ice in my cup so when I be sippin' it be colder
They ain't feelin' me yet, shit I'll give it by the year
Listenin to my

them ding dongs
cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel

right back (Right back)
Dang I ain’t know you move like that
Keep it on the down low
They don’t know where we at (Yo where they at, where they at)
Why you

bitches get to flockin

Hol' up that boy say he got it
But I just checked his profile to see how that boy stylin
Lil boy went to college and came back wit

Oh we got more bud
Say less
Brooklyn
Roll up
Yellow tape was on the block
I heard shorty
Gunned him down
We ain't speak
In a while
He laying low
He

pouring
Eyes sit low but the kid still blowing
Talk that shit I walk that shit
Im fully dress but my ass still showing
They don't do it like us
Plan or mix

Cash money nigga ion fuck wit visa
Got it on me nigga know I keep a heater
Gud Mud Homie mix it by the liter
Double cup a put u in the sleeper
Street

Angel Baby

Mr. Capone-E

Thump Rap Radio: With Frost

2003

Stroll. Now you know from bikes to lows, lows to bikes. 
It's on tonight, Mr. Capone-e, is on sight By
The way, its another day, crusin' down the highway

out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral

keep a low profile
And get protection
Pop in yo party and air it out
Block the exit
44's is all on the Caddy
9 in the Lexus
A rare ass breed
Bitch define

Free Nut and it's long live D-Loc
Rollin that dice, lil bitch that's Cee-lo
I'm the plug, lil bitch get a kilo
I got a bitch but I fuck on the d-low