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A hunnid’ hunnid’ that’s a couple though
I could show you how to speak, show you how to talk
I could show you how to run it, show you how to walk

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I walk in the room 
Like entree
She look 
At me oww yay 
Pass it down 
To my bro way 
Cause I do it my own way 
She singing a song 
For yo boy

at my peak, y'all ain't seen it yet
Barely gettin' started
All the million plays on yo' songs don't
Even count because you bought it
Labels droppin'

devour, come fuck me in the shower
I'm the muthafucka with the
Money and the power
Get paid by the hour, ya mans looking sour
Uh, my main thang was to be

what?
Something by Wu Tang
Or maybe Ice-Cube "It Was a Good Day"
This is all I gotta say, yeah
You know the deal
Yeah, you know the deal, how I feel
I

I'm a Believer

Monie Love

In a Word or 2

1993

on the mere thought of mo' money
So this is what I did I forbid
The attitude that'll get ya
suckered out of a picture
I never saw myself as some kinda hero
So

Guess Who's Back

Richie Rich

Seasoned Veteran

1996

Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part

Know Your Enemy

Dead Prez

Turn off the Radio: The Mixtape, Vol. 1

2002

stic.man - mo'fuckin star spangled banner shit
m1 - yeah, I can't even- yo, fuck that, i'm not fuckin with this shit
     i'm not fuckin with none of these

ahead, playa, do ya thang

Spring break, Virginia Beach, had a pair of gold skis
Mo' money than Playboy
Nigga bleed!
He was living lavish
Drinking

looks like
Onyx as leukemia patients
Too much lighter fluid'll do it
Explode your whole chest
Leave you "Black on Both Sides"
Like we barbecuin' Mos Def!

The Madness

Rich Boy

Break the Pot

2013

nuttin left its mo to it then that mutha fuckin bling see I got enough heart to march with martin luther king I got them killas right by me and we can have

Lost and Turned Out

Outlawz

Neva Surrenda

2002

He had his hard hat, born ready for war
This young nigga heart's gone and I saw this before
He lived day by day, prey by prey, stray by stray
Blunted

it don't mean nothing when a nigga money low,
Niggas will shoot you in the back and cut yo fucking
throat like rich and alpoe.
Now its hard for me

play with the shit
Then I'll put you under me
Smoking on lime pie in a push to start
No this shit don't need a key
Smoking on dope right by the palm tree

when you seen me I was angry
I just seen you at Givenchy you just seen me Old Navy
That's okay got enough paper you and your baby I know yo ole lady

even shed a tear no more
Detached from myself
World move in slow mo
Like a pro playing limbo
Im moving so low
Make a foe disappear like presto
And I aint

real
Suicide doors on the Popemobile
You never want a private jet
I just bought the company that owns Moët
Girls mo' wet
Us getting money 'round here, no

Mo thinking bout my woes
Still can't believe them niggas died

So don't come to close
All of my niggas got toast
Over this bread we gon fire it
Yo time

pullin way up out yo league bro
My pops a better singer but I still stack dem C notes
That's why they wanna roll wit me tho
Tell me Iz you rollin with

limo or cement pillows
I'm more armed up then a armadillo
I'm trynna change sumn, by changing the sum
Of the money that my fam make for yearly income
I

to yo head couldnt blow you off these gangsta really putty acting nutty just to take a loss
After all 
When a brotha is raised
Offa hoagies, huggies,

money made me
Niggas don't phase me
Bitches don't phase me
Don't ever try to chase me
Don't ever try to chase me

I already sense yo energy
All of my

asking for features 
I wanted exposure you said I'm not prepared 
So look at me now bitch
I won't say your name for no mo'fucking clout bitch

Yeah I go by

a better son
She probably hate my guts but I know it's with love
Raised by the streets with the g code but I ain't a g doe
And if you faking gangster don't