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leaders and they gave us dope (crack)
From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he's the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known

n***a
When I'm in a jam you know I'm clutch n***a
Beating it fast like I'm twista
Boss n***a , rick Ross figure
Bad attitude dismiss her
Just f**k n***a

Bastard

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

convention with a gold revolver
Life's a salad I'ma toss it eat this shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
'Cause my

splinters (They splinters)
You know that crown (Yuh)
That coke I mix up (Crown)
That light that dark (Crown)
Don’t matter just fill up (Crown)
Oh my fucking

I'm the top dawg
I'm feeling like Ice Cube, I'm a nigga with a attitude
I'm feeling like Tupac, I ain't even mad at you
I'm feeling like Rick Ross

When I'm up just give my privacy
Think it's best I'm a bit mo conscious
Wants what's best for u
I guess we got some in common
Aint none tell me this shit

by the time I got back
Had a couple fresh twenties burnin' holes in my pockets
I threw em in the closet in an old shoebox

It didn't have much in

(I'm in the garage, Morty)
(What are you doing Rick?)
(yeah?, yeah?, buddy?, flip me over Morty
Flip me oooover, What is it?)

I'm a pickle! Why?

Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels

you slept on
Mind over matter just be careful what you rest on
Dawg
Nigguhz wasn't there when we slept on floors
Now these nigguhz on woods and I ain't

it. 
This gang violence has got us feeding the system, 
the Central Intelligence Agency provided dope, 
for Freeway Rick Ross to push it, he said it

until it goes soft (She don't stop sucking until it goes soft)
And my girl a boss bitch (Boss) Rick to my Ross bitch (Ross) Kris to my Kross bitch (Kross)

and there ain't no fly shit in your closet
How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost
And Rick Ross just keep screaming "be a boss"
I need

We Turn It On

Slick Rick

The Art of Storytelling

1999

turn the heat
Make it hot, make it hot, hot, come on, uh

[Slick Rick]
Her legends, trying keep it soulful
But just since its (Slick Rick) being an old

So I've spent this time just on my grind, hustlin' like Rick Ross
But now my head is clear, got no fear, and I'm ready
We have a good time, she feeling

[Yo who made this, King Bain on the beat so you know you bouta turn up]
Aye
Criss-cross
Im mixing ya girl like apple sauce
No ine rick ross, but they

pockets on rick Ross
Pull up make a pit stop
All dese bitches eyein me got em pissed off
He be actin hard but the nigga real slick soft
If I put it on em

B**** I'm from Dade County

Trina

We the Best

2007

(twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County, you name it (what up!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She

a fraction of something that's very real
Like the big boss Rick Ross something you can't lip lock
Grabbin on my chain baby I just fucking drip sauce
Keep it

chicken in the
Last ten years that's why you've been off
Every time he goes on Instagram and
Sees a picture of Rick Ross
Rockin' a long rocky chain
With

in the industry
I think he do it for Rick Ross and sometimes for 50
Sometimes them niggas hot
Other times they shitty

Sometimes sound like Pac ain't

the sauce
Call me the boss
Call me Rick Ross
Feeling like a raven
Staying in the sky
Death what I'm craving
All I know is how to fly
I'm a shaman and I'm

changed her climate
Aint no time for no conversation
Its money or nothing
Im on my Rick ross everday feels like I be hustling
Moving city to city so fast

Dumb Dick (Richard)

Kool Moe Dee

Kool Moe Dee

1986

everybody'd speak
When he walked in they'd say (Hi Rick)
And when he passed by, they'd say (Dumb Dick)
Really hard-headed, cause he said he had juice
But it was