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She lil bratt
I won't hit her back
Gang done broke her back
She don't know non
But them pills and packs
But them pills and packs
She a lil bratt
I

Threat

Jay-Z

The Black Album

2003

put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you

Put you on a shelf, that's a pack and trophy
Put you on a shelf, that's a pack and trophy
I ain't do it by myself but everything is on me
Riding by

to come back again
There's never been a doubt about it
Just about a minute baby
Pack my bags and leave this place here
Only to see your face
I'm longing

9 Milli Bros.

Ghostface Killah

Fishscale

2006

stupid, plus ain't got no jewlery on
Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves
Front on react

In a Dutch roll a eighth sometimes
I just want to see your face sometimes
On the 4 or in a Royce sometimes
I just want to hear your voice sometimes

Smoked a couple packs, I ain't coming down
Burned a couple bridges, turned my life around
Used to sell some eighths, shame I couldn't count
I rather

my face reflected on the glass
Couldn't recognize myself, I fell right on my ass

I saw a wolf without a pack
He don't belong to any land
he said that

Anderson)

You say you've found another, another you love better
You say you're gonna leave me pack up and go
You don't wanna hurt me but you've just gotta

told from now on
It's fuck all you niggas
Spit in my face when I'm at my lowest
Hunger is building devour like locusts
Got the connections you niggas all

762, They ripping his face
Want me to leave, I just want to stay
She like Benzo don't go!
I just wanna leave
She want me to stay
Pack came in
Came

(Dante)
You thought it was gas
That was just the pack
That my grandma gave me
You been smoking lazy
You been smoking lazy
Go 'head bitch repay me
You

made the shit sound rustic
Mace to the face, riot gear's in the closet
Keep the city sane, keep the babies out the moshpits
Keep me out the party,

in his azure breast
My pockets are empty you have nothing to take from from me Indulge in ancient changing beauty Doth the six pack of ale I conquered

Seven Sword Horde, bitch

Roll you up in linoleum
File you in the folder
Your face up on the poster
Nine dashes in the holster
Dollbreaker organ

Dressed Like Rappers

Isaiah Rashad

The Sun's Tirade

2016

(My nigga made sure you were)
(How could you ever pop a pill pack)
I wanted to go
(My nigga made sure you were for real)
(How could you ever pop

Nah Mean

Nas

Distant Relatives

2010

That's why them face all a twist up and a lean, nah mean
Dem better mine we kick it off clean, nah mean
Man a gangster just like gambine, dat mean
Dem

turned skinny
Drac' ate up his face and he smell shitty

I put a nigga in his shit back, he shitted
Yeah, that's facts
Smokin' opp pack, this shit

them packs to keep me straight
She was sellin' out the place
Kept the money in the safe
Niggas never seen her face
You can see it all in mine
You can see

Pack your bags
We're moving again
This time is the last
You'll never forget
The sun on your face
Wind on the back
Flowers in your hair
We will make

yeah, yeah, you dig (water, ayy ayy)

Gold same color as roses
My pockets are Pinocchio, poking
And that's why she tryna give face to me like a goatee

listen
Now they taking pictures
Now she wanna fuck an ugly nigga
Race, race, race, run up on a nigga no face, no case
Oh how sweet, no Amazing Grace

Fix yo face fo' I catch a case
Fi-fi-fix yo face fo' I catch
Fix fix fix yo face fo' I catch
Fi-fi-fix fix yo face fo' I catch
Bitch, fix yo lips

Bitch, I'm all about the bag talk, we can talk a bag
We can talk a bag, bitch, you know, come with the pack
Pick it up, then I go, so I pull up