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him
Rob him for his cash and spend it like per diem
Per diem, per diem, per diem
A-yo this rap shit is ill, kid you make mad dough but still
Hit

with me, who you are
I don't need no stylist, I'ma work the content
I'ma find less, by the rumors
I ain't niggas, I'ma be holding the racks and money see

I'M c 70'S BcBY
THE 80'S WcS SO REcL/
90'S DEFINE ME
2 THOU NO CHILL/
I REMEMBER EVERYTHING
FROM cL GREEN TO BBD/
POISON TO STRICTLY BUSINESS
PUSH IT

flock)
They let us purge, I'm whackin' a cop (O oh)
I'm sellin' bricks if rappin' don't pop
(Ayy, fuck it)
I'm gettin' bread by the loaf (Huh?)
You want

It’s just me vs the world
It’s just me vs the world
It’s just me vs the world
I came up bumping that Lil Wayne so nigga tryna get a mil
My lil

imitation (Like uh)
OK, lemme talk my shit, no hype shit but the money came by quick
Not thy kid, you can catch a shot lil bitch, they on my dick cause I got

and bongos Ikwe
We had the tune of New Life Beat Cally Ikpe
If your Sound encroach the City, You’re powered by music 
You chop knuckles and couple of hug

Summer Nights

Lil Rob

MTV: All You've Got [DVD/CD]

I'm feeling good, feeling all right tonight
I'm feeling good now, its all good in the neighborhood homes
Lil rob
I feel good, I feel all right

direction, I'm guessing
Many approach holler simply because your hotter
Than most and so you're bothered by folks trying to rob you
Of a good night, cause you

to walk right past me
She wan' fuck with a shooter, her nigga a loser
SR22, toting Ruger's
Hollows spread like rumors, knock big like a ruler
If I see a opp

For I go broke ima rob 
Touchdown b-tch pick 6 aye
 Good with the sack and yo b-tch 

Can’t tell me sh-t cus I came from sh-t 
And it’s the reason

a bitch by the sixth grade
City really wilder than the street outside a knicks game
Tripping off the jiggas shawty throwing the molly up
We the real mob

as the days go by 
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise 
Walk into the school house 
Franklin Junior 
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell

Gladiators

DJ Kayslay

The Drama King Presents: Straight Stuntin' Magazine

2007

Hell Rell:
I heard this nigga was lookin' for a body bag
100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob papi's stash
I'm Jason Vorheas without the hockey mask
Rap

(Dirty soda in a coffee shop)
(why so many questions)
(Do your Job!)
Black man by the corner store
In the East side nigga 
Brass pan I don't slang

real, just stay to yourself
I ride with a Glock, nigga I'm not by myself
Too much money, nigga, I might rob myself
I think my 'lil Glock need a silencer

I’m smoking trees 
I’m just spittin bars
I know I’m fucked up in many ways, but I make good songs
Yeah

I’m surrounded by only the baddest girls around

Los tem+s est;n moviéndose como los quillo
Los bombeo como en boly B+j+mos el recibo
Los feos ,los +ndimers los oper+tivos
L+ b+by de p+s+jero tengo el

Mafia for 12 years
We've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck

[Lil Wyte]
I'm from the bay I thrown them bows
Who

Move It Like I Do

Young Buck

Case Dismissed!: The Introduction Of G-Unit South

2006

Niggas paying 32 with outa problem
My plug stoped serving we and we gonne rob em (keep it moving)
That ain't snich scale who you folling see when you weigh

fucking ass
You just need a Kiwi verse to touch a motherfucking smash
Nah, I ain't with that he said she said bullshit
Shoutout LIL-G the way I got

Yuh, real Rx yuh
Real Rx

Walk in this bitch like Lil B
On the perc pill and a lil E
I slid in this bitch like a Martian
This a Audi, I'm not walkin'

The Pistons (yeah)
When you on drugs you make better decisions (Ooh)
Hold up, let the beat drop (Brr)
I just sold your lil' brother re-rock (aye)
I got

Promethazine all in my damn cup
You niggas ain't know I sold grams, huh?
My teacher say "sir, pull your pants up."
Lil bitch I be dabbin', no dance