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Livin' Like a Hustler

Tru

Da Crime Family

1999

(what) 

We get 'em up at the drop of a dime bro 

And did a day livin' by the AK 

>From the ??? overseas, TRU niggas blowin' trees' 

And gettin'

Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My

eyes you was lyin' lil homie
I ain't - I ain't even whine lil' homie
Had to tell him pay me back, you be dead by the morning
Back then down bad, She

that I'm
Slime, you could slatt, i wipe yo ass
Im conniving
I could know you and I'll still rob yo' ass
When them niggas robbed lil' Ben
I had to run

Hustlers

Nas

Finest Parts 5

2008

together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but

My child yet untouched by pure blasphemy
Don't let them rob you of what can and cannot be
Together we'll live forever in this enchanted place
Though

Yeah I rob and steal Have them niggas sign me lil nigga I said like
Fuck that deal Can't sign shit OD lil nigga do not try to
Come I run that shit up

behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash

Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

The Diplomats

More Than Music, Vol. 1 [Clean]

2005

gorilla stitch 
40 years go by man still snitch 
Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch 
No hammers that night Goddamn man 
It was amateur night I played

together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but

u wanted me to pump 
I bet I blast it
I hope I never see yo body 
In a casket 
If you wana be my teacher 
Pass all my classes 

Girl for u I’ll rob

Then I went by my Granny on Garfield, by Moolah house
Where they keep them toolies out
Track life, fear nobody, track life
Get your money, track life

Eat Or Starve

Ryan Adams

Too Hard

2017

got life in jail
Perkys get you by, them youngins knock 'em down
Lil one tell my phone when you got back in town
They see me on the stage now, though

for my bruda
Get money with my bruda
Rob a bank with my bruda
My bruda, my shooter
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
My bruda, my shooter

(Lord Infamous) Talking
Yeah, Lord Infamous ,back in this thang, the scarecrow, keyser soze 
You know in memphis, we got this lil saying, when

Don't Let Go

Snoop Dogg

Da Game Is to Be Sold, Not to Be Told

1998

and locest of the locest
The whole world on point for this new joint that I just put together
So kindly, and you can find on the coast with the most lambs

I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history
'Cause I've been

rob ya
I told you to be careful of your karma
Cuz what goes around come around like nascar
I'm the best nigga you had by far
I bright light to yo nights

rap together, I just want you all for me
Out by one, trust get burned
Now get robbed 'bout it, oh, we ride off in the sun
Piss controllin', I can't

proud
Make the brown proud
Ever since Brown Crowd
Lil Rob gots his sound down
And I'm still down
Some things just don't change
Like crusin on Sundays

tone
Only time I call is for a loan
She be stressing, so depressing
Always worried every time a lil' nigga gone
Stay strong for the future, stick

yeah, bitch
Sail with my team, yeah, bitch
Got magical beam, yeah, bitch
I'm servin' Blue Dream, yeah
Gas, pills, elbows by the bag, lil' bitch (by

Thought you was my dawg
You start acting funny we fell off
We used to get money together we beefing we letting them shells off
Bro got the Glock he

Devil in disguise, do not want to find him
My niggas selling real weed, go and find em
Lil' cuz a atheist, he'll roll you in a bible
He tried to rob