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Reppin My City

Triple C

Trilla [Clean]

2008

platinum
Back to the basics
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx

box"
"Okay, hey, yo Nick'"
"Yo?"
"Yeah, shorty out here want want, um, a number three"
"Oh, aight, tell him to come around to my window, I got him,

Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man

Yeah,

All of Me

Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

dudes talking bout hoes boasting
I was just a Juvenile, moving in slow motion
I dropped out of school to be a dude with mad jewelery
Once I got it,

nigga
Rookie of the year (year), cookies in the rear (rear)
I got some bad bitches that'll get it there
If you don't wanna get it we gon' send 'em

to makin' beats, I'm the MVP
I'm the main motherfucker, you're an NPC
Got 'em full of envy, the boy from M.D
Destroyed what I see, deploy, then I be

my layout
Running the game no I can't phase-out
Been stayed the same the rest of em' played out
The main ones that talking got nun to say now
I hang

bone built for em by the bite of them block boys
And my stacks so trill by the sight of these shots boy
I deploy and destroy every single thing that you

town
I be fucking shit up in my old home town
If they moving kind of sus, I got to put 'em in the pound
And boy, I'm running out of gas, I got to pick

don't know what makes these little
Dudes all get into conflict
With somebody that'll bloody up your
Body and stomp 'em
I tell boys "I'm the shit" you
Know

When that nigga die, they say we killed em for nothin
I cannot go, got it on me Boy you gon' do with your homie
She tell me come over, she lonely I give

lotta
Nigga got hopped by a whole lotta rips

Lil bro in the spot and he droppin the
Try to push up on me get him whacked
I'm with them members who ready

Didn't I tell ya, ya ain't supposed to be sweatin', boy?
You-You-You You gotta you gotta you got to
You got to make me feel good
Oh there's something

their face
I can tell by their handshake
But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make

Talk shit get picked up quick get

bout' how it come
Nigga I just want the paper
Different kind of bags, I'ma sell em' how they come
I got strong, I got swag, I can get it by the acres

work/stove top/ wizzys cooking lessons got the zone locked/..formaldehyde flow/ by gallons I caught real mission/ south side Richmond va..they cutting deals

'm staying high till I land
You gon to see who really with you when that shit hit the fan
Go from boy to the man, got the platform and the plan
They sitting

keepin holy bodies
Drink the day down
I'll just take it by the hand
Imma take control
I got it but I can't slow down
Time is of the essence
I can tell you

ride
If I need you by my side
Tell me baby, would you ride
Tell me baby, would you die
If I need you by my side
Tell me baby, would you ride (Oh, oh, oh)

a fist fight now a boy wants to knife me
Grew up in the 90s, Affiliated like a don, I was icy
And on the roadside, Beef got served nicely
N if it's on,

a fist fight now a boy wants to knife me
Grew up in the 90s, Affiliated like a don, I was icy
And on the roadside, Beef got served nicely
N if it's on,

man keep testing my patience
Tell A&E make way for the patients
Azzy man's gots a lot of powerful skengs
So you might buss one on a special occasion

a headband
Racks got her standing on a handstand
I done put stacks by the bedstand
Smoking on gas make a nigga feel jetlag
Yeah, tell a nigga better get back
I

ain't tellin' that we fuck, 'cause she can tell that I got more bitches
More Glocks, more switches, trappin' off of four listings
Yeah, and these niggas